Bai Xianglan's uncontrollable tears started to fall. When had she ever enjoyed such family joy? In these times of panic, hearing such words made her feel both moved and at ease.
"Alright! Don't cry! Grandma, go rest in your room for a bit! I'll make dinner soon!" Lin Xue wiped away Grandma's tears.
In her heart, Grandma was worthy of all respect. This little old lady, at her age, still worried about their large family's ability to survive the winter, even taking out her own savings to support them.
This made her helplessly fall into despair. She had always been the type to repay kindness a hundredfold, and compared to Grandma Bai, her grandmother was simply perfect—she couldn't find a single fault with her.
How could she bear to see such a small old lady living in fear and anxiety? To ease her worries, she decided to get some food by tomorrow.
Upon entering the kitchen, she was startled by the food her family had been eating during this period.
