Tian's heart is more vicious than Zhao's.
"Mother, she has returned five mu of our land and asked her to cook?"
Zhao immediately understood Tian's meaning: if five acres of land were lost, Li Xinhan was not qualified to eat rice at home!
But in this case, Zhao dared not say in front of Li Lingge that she was sweating for Tian.
Li Lingge is not a fool. He can't hear what he means so clearly.
He grabbed Li Xinhan's hand, his eyes soft.
"We also have pickled rabbit meat. Tonight we eat rabbit meat. I have a cart of grain at my friend's, and tomorrow I will go to pull it