Qin Yue stood at the door, looking at the huge pile of items, tens of pounds of eggs, twenty or thirty pounds of millet, and a miscellaneous assortment of things that Chen Cang's mother had brought back.
Her face beamed with a sense of accomplishment!
Old Qin, oh Old Qin, look how much you benefit from following me!
When we left, I took two pounds of liquor from you, but look how much stuff I've brought back, how worth it!
Thinking about this, Qin Yue felt it was particularly worth it.
Thinking... she would go back again in a few days!
Chen Cang's mother said that she's going to raise a few more hens so next time she can stew one for Qin Yue to nourish her body, and Qin Yue should bring a chicken for dad next time! After all, it does feel a bit embarrassing to always take dad's liquor.
Qin Yue knocked on the door: "Dad, Mom, open the door."
Ji Ruyun and Old Qin were sitting at home chatting.