"Okay."
Xu Qinghe also thought that the mung bean jelly business should be kept secret. Even though it was allowed to do business now, there really weren't many people actually doing it!
Two bowls of mung bean jelly, packed in lunch boxes, not worth much, but Xu Qinghe's thoughtfulness made Xu Zhong happy.
He felt that Xu Qinghe was just like before the family split. Xu Zhong, who had been depressed for days, finally showed a hint of a smile.
Liu Sanmei, on the other hand, looked disgusted, but even though she felt that way, she still said with concern, "I know you care about Nianhua, that girl. If she wants to eat mung bean jelly, you make it for her. But at least every batch is a whole basin, right? Whether I eat it or not doesn't matter, but Jiaojiao came back today too, so I'll save it for her."
Liu Sanmei's words implied: you made a whole basin of mung bean jelly, and only brought over two bowls? Are you treating us like beggars?
