Fu Wenwen smiled lightly at the educated youths. "You can go back and get your bowls! Isn't the educated youth point quite close to here?"
"Right, right, right, we'll go now!" Qian Xiulan's eyes lit up, and she immediately ran towards the educated youth point.
Wang Qing shook her head and looked at Fu Wenwen. "I'm just a bit too embarrassed."
"It's alright, you come!" Fu Wenwen glanced at Wang Qing, chuckled, and led her to Zhang Cuihua's side.
"Sister Cuihua, can you give her a bowl?" Fu Wenwen asked Zhang Cuihua with a smile.
Zhang Cuihua looked at Wang Qing. Seeing that there was a free bowl, she poured one for Wang Qing.
Wang Qing looked at the mung bean soup in the bowl, swallowed, raised it to her lips, and took a sip. Then... the bowl was empty.
"This is too delicious! Why isn't there any bitterness from the beans? And it's so smooth, fragrant, and sweet. How did you cook it?" Wang Qing looked at Fu Wenwen with bright eyes. Fu Wenwen chuckled.
"A secret recipe!" Fu Wenwen said mysteriously.
"Give us a bowl too!" The male educated youths saw Wang Qing's actions. They exchanged glances and walked up to Zhang Cuihua, saying sheepishly.
"Come, come, come! Everyone gets one!" Zhang Cuihua looked at these educated youths, smiled, and called out. She then turned and shouted at the villagers monopolizing the bowls, "Hurry up, the educated youths still need to drink!"
"...Coming, coming! Can't even drink slowly and savor it!" The man said helplessly, returning the bowl to Zhang Cuihua.
Zhang Cuihua immediately used that bowl to fill a bowl for the male educated youths and handed it over.
Ma Tian glanced at the bowl and immediately turned away. Zhao Yue behind him stepped forward to take the bowl and started drinking.
Fu Wenwen noticed that the villagers who had drunk the mung bean soup next to her smiled a little wider as they saw Zhao Yue drinking it directly from the bowl.
"Who else wants a drink?" Zhang Cuihua called out with a smile.
"Me, me, me!" Wu Xiaojie immediately raised his hand, carefully took the bowl Zhang Cuihua handed him, and began to drink.
At this moment, Qian Xiulan returned with her bowl. Zhang Cuihua didn't say anything and poured her a bowl.
Of the six male educated youths, excluding Wu Xiaojie, Zhao Yue, and Qin Zhongguo, the other three got their own bowls and filled them with soup.
Fu Wenwen just smiled and said nothing. Later, while they were tidying up, Zhang Cuihua spoke to Fu Wenwen.
"Among the educated youths, only those three young men are decent. The others are half-hearted!" Zhang Cuihua snorted and said to Fu Wenwen.
"Sister Cuihua, are you referring to educated youths Wu, Zhao, and Qin?" Fu Wenwen asked with a smile.
"It's those three. These three young men are quite good! They are decent!" Zhang Cuihua nodded.
"Look at the others, they looked so disgusted with the bowl, humph!" Zhang Cuihua was a bit angry and rolled her eyes.
Fu Wenwen chuckled.
"City people are so fussy! What's wrong with drinking from a bowl? Do they think we're dirty?" Zhang Cuihua said indignantly.
Fu Wenwen glanced at Zhang Cuihua. Zhang Cuihua immediately remembered that Fu Wenwen was also from the city, as she had just said. She quickly apologized. "Sister, my dear sister, I'm definitely not talking about you! Don't take it to heart, I misspoke."
"I'm not angry," Fu Wenwen blinked. "I'm a villager now too."
"My dear sister, why do I like you so much!" Zhang Cuihua felt a warmth in her heart and happily hugged Fu Wenwen.
"I like you too! My dear sister," Fu Wenwen said with a smile.
Zhang Cuihua was the first person to extend a helping hand to her, and she never forgot it!