Lin Tang looked at Li's mother with serious eyes.
Her tone was not quite convinced.
"No longer saving food?"
Li Xiuli: "...No saving."
She was secretly grinding her teeth.
Lin Tang's face broke into a smile, "Then what about the malt extract, apples, oranges, and other food at home?"
She dared to say that if she didn't remind her mother, those fruits would end up wilting away.
Li Xiuli, unable to withstand the pressure, said in a deep voice: "We're not saving anything!"
Lin Tang's smile brightened.
She reached out and gently cupped Choudan's skinny little cheeks as if measuring them.
Then she turned her face to look at Li's mother.
"Mother, I remember the size of Choudan's face now.
If I come back next time and Choudan's face has gotten thinner again, I will definitely be unhappy."
Her words were a bit exaggerated.
But Lin Tang was worried that unless she spoke harshly, her mother wouldn't listen.
After all, those were the years when everyone was driven mad by poverty.
