"Uncle Zhao, don't worry. The people in our studio are all veterans now. They are very fast. We will be able to produce a batch of samples by the end of October at the latest."

"As long as you have a plan in mind, that's all."

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem. I will go to work after I get home tomorrow and ensure that I complete the task successfully."

"You haven't gone to work since you came back?"

"Not yet."

“That’s great.”

Only she could do this. If it were anyone else, they would have been called in for a talk long ago, and ordinary employees would have been fired countless times.

“You have no idea how much I have to do every day.”

"During this period, I dried fruits and vegetables every day, and roasted some meat to store for winter. I had to take care of all kinds of things."

"The army cafeteria tastes good, so I might as well go there to eat every day."

"The food in the cafeteria is not as good as the food I make at home."

Although it was convenient to eat in the cafeteria, she would be stared at by many people every time she went there. She didn't eat much at each meal to begin with, and under the attack of so many gazes, she ate even less. She just wanted to escape quickly.

After lunch the next day, they set out to return to Lu City.

"Wow, aunt, I want to go too~"

"Can you take me with you?"

Xiaoyue hugged Song Fuyu's waist and cried loudly.

"As long as your parents agree, your aunt will take you away."

"Woo woo, they will definitely not agree."

"When you have your winter vacation, your aunt will come to pick you and your brother up to play, okay? Then I will not only take you to Lu City, but also take you back to Jing City."

"When will winter break start?"

"Mid-January."

"But I don't know what month it is, woo woo."

She cried so much that snot bubbles came out of her nose. Song Fuyu felt a little pitiful and a little funny.

"It's almost October, and in three months it will be January."

"Three right?"

She counted on her fingers and looked up to ask Song Fuyu.

"right!"

"One, two, three, it will be quick."

"Yes, it will be over soon."

What Song Fuyu didn't know was that Xiaoyue started counting on her fingers every day after she left. When she counted to three, she would go to the factory and ask her grandfather to call her aunt to come and pick her up.

After Zhao Da patiently explained to her that it was not the number of roots that needed to be counted on one's fingers, but the number that she couldn't count at the moment, she burst into tears again.