Half an hour later.
The house was bustling with activity.
Jiang Xiaoxiao, Song Moting, and the old man finished their meal.
Now this is real food!
With a warm stomach, their whole bodies felt comfortable.
This was the most satisfying meal they had this week.
If it weren't for those people coming and going, ruining the atmosphere, they could have kept eating for a while longer.
The problem was that the people in the room were already leaning against the walls as they came and went, yet they still kept at it.
"That's enough, time to get to work!"
Jiang Xiaoxiao rolled up her sleeves.
She was mainly in a bad mood, extremely disappointed; who could eat under such circumstances?
Song Moting saw his wife getting ready to go on a rampage, so he happily pulled her sleeves down.
"You, stay here obediently with the old man. It's enough for a big guy like me to handle such things; how could I let you women and children deal with it?"
