At noon, Old Mrs. Mu really did hand over some money to Qin Xianglan, telling her to go get a pound and a half of five-flavor pork chopped.
And then she bought a fish, not for anything else, just to win that bit of face.
She wanted to make Mu Shuangshuang envy her, to know that Old Mrs. Mu was living well!
When Qin Xianglan brought the things back, almost everyone followed her into the kitchen.
No one could even remember how long it'd been since they'd had meat. Even though it was raw, just smelling it felt fragrant!
Gou Dan's drool wouldn't stop flowing, his eyes fixed on Qin Xianglan without moving.
Luckily, Mu Shuangshuang and Mr. Mu were chatting in the main room.
As long as they didn't mention the fields, Mr. Mu's mood was still normal.
He took the initiative to ask about Mu Shuangshuang's village, every little detail, from how the crops were growing, to the situation of every person in the village.
