Widow Sun was panting. She did not care about his expression and hurriedly took out the paper and handed it over.
"Quick, help me see what's written on it."
The village chief took it impatiently. "Huh?" he said.
The words on it were written with charcoal, just like the note Madam Jiang had brought just now.
He raised his head and glanced at Widow Sun strangely. The latter was extremely anxious. "Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and read it."
'Can't you be a little nicer when you're begging?'
The village chief snorted and began to read the words on it. "Mai Lisu. It's a candy. It tastes great. Take it as a snack and drink more water, and it will keep you in good health. You have to admit that you're too old. If you're sick in the head, treat it quickly. See you again."
He chuckled. "Who wrote this? It's quite poetic."
