"Dad, I'm not dissatisfied at all!"
With a remarkable survival instinct, Yuan Yindi quickly spoke up, "I'm just worried Jiaojiao isn't used to the food here. Eating too much millet and sorghum irritates the throat!"
"And eating too many beans causes bloating!"
"We adults can handle it, but what about the little kids at home?"
Shifting the blame to her niece and nephews, Yuan Yindi felt particularly clever at this moment.
Unfortunately, the old man wasn't so easy to fool.
Slap!
Old Yuan gave his younger son a direct smack.
"Stop trying to be smart with me!"
"Jiaojiao and the rest will eat just like before!"
"Tomorrow, you, along with your eldest and fourth brothers, will go to town to buy some grain!"
"We need rice and flour!"
Old Yuan spoke with a stern face, not showing a hint of kindness.
Yuan Yindi could only sullenly agree.
In fact, this difference in diet was also something Old Yuan hadn't anticipated.
