Little Tiger and Grandma Sun kept pushing a bag of pastries back and forth, neither the grandmother nor the grandson willing to eat.
Yu Xiaolian stepped forward, pointing at the waxed paper packages on the kang bed, "These are all pastries. My mother asked me to buy a lot. You don't have to be reluctant to eat them. These things don't keep for long. If you all are too reluctant to eat them, they'll spoil in a few days, they'll grow moldy."
Biscuits can be stored for a longer period, but breads, in cooler weather, can only be kept for ten days at most.
Grandma Sun looked at the various sizes of waxed paper packages on the kang in surprise, "Why did your mother buy so many pastries? How much did this cost?
Why hasn't your mother come back? After you were kicked out by the Yu Family, why didn't you come to us for help? Where are you all living now?"
Grandma Sun asked several questions in a row, and Yu Xiaolian answered them calmly, one by one.
