The more Lin Xiaoyue listened, the more surprised she became.
Her mother was also very hardworking.
Lin Xiaoyue thought for a moment and held Liu Shi's hand.
"Mom, don't worry about the food." Lin Xiaoyue's eyes were burning with energy. "I still have rice, flour, grain, and oil in my interspatial ring. The amount is enough for us to eat until next year."
Liu Shi was stunned.
"Dad gave us so many things because he hoped that the three of us could eat well. If he knew that you sold the things he gave, he would feel bad," Lin Xiaoyue advised her mother.
She was always hungry during the apocalypse. Now that she finally had enough to eat every day, she really didn't want to lower her standard of living. She wanted to eat meat.
As expected, a hint of hesitation flashed in Liu Shi's eyes.
But then she said firmly, "Your father can understand."
Lin Xiaoyue was stunned.
It seemed that her mother was determined.
