Grandma Xia took a knife and cut the mooncake into several pieces. She took the smallest piece for herself and smiled, revealing her few teeth. "It's hard to digest at your age. Just try it and it will be fine."

Let everyone share the food quickly.

"I don't want to eat anymore. I feel so full after eating at home." Lin Jingbei gave his portion to Grandma Xia. "This won't cause indigestion. My grandma likes it too."

Grandma Xia wanted to divide it between Shi Lei and the other person.

Wang Youwei: "This is too bland, not to my taste. Grandma Xia, you eat it."

It’s just a little bland. After eating something so delicious, the mooncakes at home seem too sweet to eat.

Shi Lei remained calm: "Yes, I don't really like eating either."

Wow, I want to eat one more, no, ten. These must have been sent by some relative of Brother Bei’s. They can’t be from Kyoto or Shanghai, right? They don’t look like something that can be found in a small county.

How could Grandma Xia not know what these children meant? She looked at the full moon in the sky and didn't know whether her own children had eaten the mooncakes.

Tears gradually dripped from the corners of his eyes, and his rough hands wiped them away quietly.

For some reason, Xia Ye didn't call back that day.

After visiting Grandma Xia, Lin Jingbei planned to go home, go to bed early and get up early to stay healthy.

Shi Lei hugged his thighs and asked where they bought the mooncakes.

Lin Jingbei knew that he was a foodie, so he cruelly told him the truth: "Shanghai Market, but you probably can't afford it."

It's not that people are being suppressed, it's that they can't afford it. No, it should be said that people in the Shanghai Stock Exchange don't necessarily know where to buy it.

Wang Youwei: Why don’t you have any self-awareness?