"Yue'er..." Xiao Yishan wanted to say something. Su Qingyue interrupted, "You don't need to say touching words. When our family has the means, we will have white rice every day."
It's just ordinary white rice, which is so common in modern times that everyone gets tired of eating it.
Unexpectedly, the three men of the Xiao Family were moved to tears by eating this simple rice meal.
Ahem...
Well, saying they would cry is an exaggeration.
In any case, eating white rice was a luxury for them, and their expressions were quite touching.
The family happily enjoyed a midday meal together.
After finishing lunch and giving acupuncture treatments to the three men, and decocting medicine for the second brother, it was about two o'clock in the afternoon. Su Qingyue took two empty baskets and went out.
