"Indeed, indeed." Wu Yinfeng also spoke up, in a soft and gentle manner she said to Qiao Qinghe, "Dad, since it's made from sweet potato, these two dishes are not expensive, it just takes a little effort. We have so many people, if each person takes one bite, it will be gone. The adults aren't so eager, but there are so many children."
"The recipes that we've thought of ourselves, shouldn't we let our own family have enough to eat? I think we should go to Changsun's house and ask for a bit."
"That's exactly it." Zhao Shufen looked at Wu Yinfeng, the two of them made eye contact, quickly looked away, and together turned their gaze on Qiao Qinghe.
If they can't get the silver, can they at least get some food?
"I want to eat!" Qiao Xiaobao from Qiao Chang'an's family slammed the table and yelled.
