By the end, the voice gradually became much quieter.

"If I have money, my mother will come back."

Old Mrs. Song choked and couldn't utter a word for a moment.

"Xiao Liu, why do you think so?"

The old lady said softly:

"Your mother is a good woman, and even more so a good mother. If she knew you thought this, she would definitely be sad, do you know that?"

Song Xiaoliu's expression changed immediately, and he quickly shook his head:

"Grandma, please don't tell Mom!"

"Well, of course I won't tell her, Xiaoliu. I know you're a good kid. It's true that the Dongzi family did something wrong, but you're also at fault, so I can't help you get justice."

Song Xiaoliu nodded with a heavy expression.

"I know grandma is doing this for my own good. I will never help him with anything again."

Old Mrs. Song smiled with relief.

He is indeed the calmest child in the family.

He can understand whatever I say to him.

I was holding the green plum jam in my hand, but because I wasn't paying attention, the lid suddenly came loose and leaked all over the floor.

A strange smell came.

The whole family gathered around immediately.

The fifth daughter-in-law frowned:

"Is this all sour?"

It's really not good. The jam, which should have been green, has even turned slightly yellow.

Old Mrs. Song frowned deeply.

In theory, the jam you make can be kept at home for half a year without going bad.

How many days has it only been since Dongzi’s family made this jam?