That's why at this moment, he put back a can of canned yellow peaches that Shi Suifeng brought, thought about it, and then rummaged around and added a can of malted milk.
Shi Suifeng didn't stand on ceremony either—everyone goes back and forth like this, no one minds, and anyway, the gift was already quite decent.
He looked at the time: "Let's go, don't bring more, we don't lack anything at home. We still need to pick up Old Zhou and them."
When Old Zhu's wife came back and specially changed clothes, Da Mao and Er Mao were leaning on the car window looking, Old Zhu was still sighing:
"You know, you don't need to take care of the old folks, why not just live at our military base? The house they gave you isn't small either."
Shi Suifeng answered quite modestly.
"We all come from the village, we like places that are a bit more spacious, plus we can grow some vegetables and save some money, it's nice."
