Lin Yuan nodded, thinking about the silver her father had given her and the fact that it was entrusted to the old village chief for safekeeping—surely that meant they wouldn't lack food or drink.
"Mother, if we want to give Granny something in the future, just send it to the old village chief's house," she said.
Lady Liu's eyes lit up, "Exactly right. Your Uncle Foolish Han is the one who has been delivering food and drink to your Granny. To avoid arousing suspicions from the people at the old residence, he only takes a little each time and pretends it was sent by the old village chief. Yes, we'll do it this way from now on."
Lady Liu happily tapped Lin Yuan's forehead with her finger and laughed, "You truly are my daughter, so clever!"
Lin Yuan chuckled, "This mother of mine is becoming more and more fond of joking."
