C238 Life Depends on One's Hands

Yang Qiu spent the whole afternoon peeling corn sticks at the Qing Gang headquarters, then drank a large bowl of corn porridge at night. Before he left, he even brought back a small bag of corn noodles that the little Stone grinded. He prepared to let the young ladies at home reminisce about the past.

When he returned home, it was already early in the evening. The moment he entered