Ma Jiacai swept his gaze across the courtyard and asked curiously, "Uncle, where's our meal?"
Old Man Jian pointed at the bucket of rice. "There, isn't that it?"
Not to mention Ma Jiacai, the workers behind him were all shocked and could not even speak properly. "This, this, this, this is our meal!?"
"That's right, is there a problem with this?"
This was too problematic! Who would give their workers cooked rice?
Miss Qingqing's family were all great benefactors!
They would definitely do their best to help the Jian Family build a house and pray for them in their hearts every day.
One of the workers seemed to be in a dream. He unconsciously muttered, "This, this is too good..."
