He Jinxuan looked at those strawberries and bayberries that had already gone bad and felt regretful, but he didn't really mind.
He tossed the foam box directly into the garbage pit and carried the other items back.
By the time the convoy reached the Mechanical Factory, it was already late; most families were having dinner, and he headed directly to the small courtyard where Yu Xinyan lived, carrying the items.
Before he even reached the door, he heard his little nephew Ye Siyan's voice: "Sister, this is really delicious, it's a pity Uncle can't taste it."
Yu Xinyan looked at him with a smile: "I really don't know if you're concerned about your uncle or secretly pleased that he's not around to compete with you."
Ye Siyan laughed: "Uncle is so pitiful."
Ye Silai raised a hand and patted his back: "Delicious food can't even stop your mouth."
After chiding his brother, he looked at Yu Xinyan: "Sister, do you know when Uncle will be back?"
