Mu Yangling hesitated for a moment. "Great-aunt, if you give me so much, your family won't have any cellar vegetables in winter."
Eldest Great-aunt said with a smile, "My vegetable garden is big and there's plenty. You don't have to worry." Then, she said, "In the past, because we couldn't afford meat, we could only grow more vegetables. Even if we were hungry, we could eat these to fill our stomachs. Now that you've brought us so much meat, I don't have to worry about this anymore."
Ma Xiuhong tugged at Mu Yangling's clothes and whispered, "Cousin, just accept it. Otherwise, my grandma will personally send it over. My grandma said that your family doesn't have much vegetables."
There were indeed not many vegetables in the Mu residence. After all, Shu Wanniang did not know how to farm. The small vegetable garden they had was only enough for day-to-day consumption. During winter, Mu Shi could only go to town to buy vegetables and store them.
