Suisui never cared about snacks before.

As long as my little boy He Jiu has something to eat.

The academicians asked her to make more so that they could feed their own children.

Nothing is impossible every year.

But there is no more.

Now listen to what the principal said.

It seems like we can really add another business, selling special snacks from Xishan Farm?

Well, I will discuss it with the academicians when I get back.

Pull out a production line.

It’s just that He Xiaojiu ate snacks.

It was made by the aunties and academicians on the farm in their spare time.

If it is produced on a production line, it will be produced by machinery.

As long as the ratio is right, the taste will be fine.

But if you compare it with handmade ones, it definitely can't compare.

Take it slow. Right now, it’s more important to resolve He Xiaojiu’s issue.

Sui Sui lowered his gaze to He Xiaojiu's face.

She took out a painkiller.

Transparent fluid paste.

Apply it on your face to feel cool and relieve the pain.

But the swelling didn't go away.

It is also produced by Xishan Farm.

There's no marking on the outer packaging.

He Xiaojiu, who was originally enduring the pain, felt a chill on his face.

His eyes lit up and he smiled at Sui Sui.

He mumbled, "Thank you, Mom."

Sui Sui felt very distressed and raised her eyelids to glance at Sun Jinbao and his grandson.

She hasn't lost her temper in a long time.

This time, she was really offended.

He Xiaojiu is her Achilles' heel, and she has touched He Xiaojiu.

Still want to walk out of kindergarten in an orderly manner?

Sui Sui curled the corners of his lips, his eyes becoming colder.

She wanted to see what kind of backing these two generations of grandparents had.

What kind of monster is behind this that could cause her He Xiaojiu to drop out of school?

Oh.

No one could bully her family and get away with it.

Teacher Xiao thanked Sui Sui awkwardly.

After hearing what the headmaster said, it is not difficult to guess how precious these snacks in his hands are.

Even if the principal's family is rich and powerful, they can't buy it.

Suisui and her daughter took it out and ate it casually, and gave each of them a few pieces.

What kind of family is this?

There is also the Xishan Farm mentioned by the director.

It rose to fame a few years ago and is now a household name.

It is not only a household name in Beijing.

There is no one in the country, or even in the world, who doesn’t know the name of Xishan Farm.

That would mean there would be no way out in the village, and we would be laughed at.

Teacher Xiao couldn't help but think:

What is the relationship between Ms. Suisui and Xishan Farm?

Is there anyone in her family working at Xishan Farm?

Everyone in Beijing knows that Xishan Farm is located on the southern outskirts of the city.

But I don't know where it is.

All I know is that there is a large military base on the southern outskirts of the city, and no one is allowed to approach it.

In recent years, more and more people have wanted to find Xishan Farm.

Some even speculated that Xishan Farm might be inside the military base.

But no one has ever been able to get in.

Very mysterious.

Teacher Xiao then looked at Sui Sui and He Jiu again.

I feel that there is a veil of mystery shrouding both the mother and daughter.

At this time, Sun Jinbao couldn't hold it anymore.

Jian gave the snacks to the head teacher and Teacher Xiao.

I gave it to two adults who didn't need snacks, but he didn't get any.

He was clearly crying for it.

But why don’t you give it to him?

Shouldn't it be brought directly to him?

Sun Jinbao quit.

He loosened his grandmother's clothes.

He sat down on the ground and started making a fuss.

He swung his arms vigorously, twisted his body, and pushed against the ground with his short, thick legs.

"I want a snack! I want a snack too!

Give me some snacks! Grandma, I want to eat, I want to eat! "

Grandma Sun Jinbao's face turned pale.

Feeling sorry for his grandson, he turned around and shouted to Sui Sui:

"Didn't you hear the child asking for food? Are you deaf?

Do you have any sympathy? You are a mother too!

If you give my grandson some snacks, I won’t mind the slap you gave me!”