Xuexue understood her mother's worries and stepped forward, speaking in a low voice, "Mother, don't worry, the money we spend can be earned back. We have no rice left at home, and we cannot live on sweet potatoes every day. Even if we can endure it, Chuner is weak and cannot bear it."
Old Lady Mo, that stingy ghost, only divided a few bags of sweet potatoes for them when they separated the family's assets. Even the rice they had just finished eating was fiercely reclaimed by Xuexue, which helped them survive the past ten days.
Hearing this, Madam Xie turned back to look at Chuner, and it was true, her little daughter had just recovered from a serious illness, and her body had not yet recovered. Suddenly, her heart softened, and she nodded, "Mhm."
