The leader was a girl wearing a Lenin suit and with particularly thick braids.

The girl had a fair complexion and an arrogant demeanor.

Mu Xia pouted and whispered in Ruan Xianxian's ear, "They're here. The group of troublemakers from this afternoon are here, but it seems like the leader has changed."

Ruan Xianxian glanced back sideways, "It would be strange if they dared to stand out after having someone memorize half of the Little Red Book."

"Who is Ruan Xianxian?" The girl in the Lenin suit put her hands on her hips. When her eyes met Ruan Xianxian's, her eyes widened and she unconsciously swallowed.

So cute!

How can someone look exactly like a doll in a shop window?

The girl lowered her head shyly, her voice exactly the same as when she was on the phone, "Excuse me, are you Comrade Ruan?"

"I'm Li Qiang, a sent-down youth from the Big Pigsty Brigade. Could you...could you share your braised pork recipe with us?"

Ruan Xianxian smiled and said, "No, you can't!"

"Why?" Li Qiang looked up in disbelief, his face darkening as if he were heartbroken by Ruan Xianxian's rejection.

"Then why are you called Li Qiang?" Ruan Xianxian asked her in return.

Li Qiang said proudly, "My grandma said that girls should be self-reliant. My surname is Li, so my name is Li Qiang."

“Yes!” Ruan Xianxian nodded emphatically. “My grandmother also said that the formula cannot be given to others.”

At this moment, Li Qiang's thought process strangely connected with Ruan Xianxian's, conveying the same idea: listen to your grandmother, because your grandmother's words are never wrong.

She turned around, her arrogant expression returning, and commanded the crowd behind her: "Did you hear that? Her grandmother won't give the recipe to anyone else. Let's go back!"