Lin Lan grinned at the two of them. "I had some bad luck today. Ran into the joint defense team, and they confiscated my bag. The good news is, they only fined me a few bucks and didn't take the money I'd earned."
The old lady nodded. "As long as you're safe, the money doesn't matter. A fine is a small thing. I'll go home and find a urea bag for you in a bit."
"Okay!" Lin Lan nodded, beaming. "Great-aunt, do you have any baking soda at home?"
"I do. I'll bring it to you in a bit," the old lady said with a smile.
After the three of them ate, the old lady took Little Douzi by the hand and went home to get the urea bag and baking soda.
Lin Lan scooped some leftover rice, poured in a little broth from the leftover dishes, and dumped it all into Dahuang's dog bowl. Only then did she scoop some finely chopped ramie leaves, mix them into the rice bran, and pour it into the chicken feeder.
