The food was half a bag of flour and a small sack of rice.
Whang Xiaoman begrudgingly placed it on the ground.
If it weren't for the two police officers nearby, and the fact that President Huang had just warned her, she would have dared to scatter the flour and rice everywhere.
Before he heard Song Yunuan's inner thoughts, Xia Xinshan was just an ordinary farmer who worked from dawn till dusk, facing the yellow earth with his back to the sky.
But after divorcing Whang Xiaoman and learning the family secrets, combined with hearing Song Yunuan's prophecies, he suddenly felt that he might be someone out of the ordinary.
Not to mention starting to stand up for himself, at the very least he should have some self-confidence.
He picked up the bags and weighed them, then mocked unapologetically, "You must be really poor, huh? In less than a day's time, you've consumed three jin of flour and two jin of rice. Forget it, consider it dog food; I don't want it."
