"You——"
Upon hearing his words, Lin Laogeng felt a surge of anger stuck in his throat, nearly fainting from the rage.
"Liu Baixiao, you dream of taking our Lin Family's farmland!"
Before Lin Laogeng could curse, Lu Qiubo, who had just emerged from the kitchen with a tray of corn cakes, roared at Liu Baixiao.
"Mom, is this a corn cake? It smells so good,"
Unfazed by the anger on Lu Qiubo's face, Liu Baixiao ogled at the tray of corn cakes in her hands and ordered Liu Qingshui to fetch some, a grin plastered on his face.
"I haven't tasted this corn cake in years. Qingshui, go get some from your grandmother quickly. You don't want to get sick from skipping breakfast."
Although Liu Qingshui found the corn cake too coarse, it was better than his mother's charred, inedible food, right? His suffering last night was unbearable — the food his mother cooked was not fit for human consumption!
