Just as Madam Xie and Zhao Lanhua were chatting happily, Ji Zhao was busy in the kitchen.
The rice in the rice jar was almost empty. There was not much flour left in the bamboo basket hanging on the beam.
Ji Zhao was very worried.
She remembered that the Ji family in the original novel was in decline. Old Master Ji's son and daughter-in-law passed away many years ago, and Old Master Ji passed away not long after she got married. Old Madam Ji had no choice but to bring her only grandson along to beg on the streets…
Ji Zhao thought for a moment and took out the silver tael hidden at her waist.
No matter what, the old couple in the Ji family raised her.
"Sis… Sis…"
Just as Ji Zhao made up his mind to turn around, he happened to see a small round black head.
"Chenchen?" Ji Zhao asked softly when she saw the little face.
