Profligate rich second-generation heir Li Qingming transmigrated.
He became a vegetative patient. His family used half a bag of cornmeal to get him a wife, ostensibly for "good luck."...
Seeing how excited Old Lady Li was, Li Mingqing said, "Mom, you can eat as much as you want when you get there."
"Just eat one or two to taste them, and take the rest back with you."
"There's still half a box at home."
Xiangnan and his friends stood obediently by, looking extremely greedy.
"Here, this is for you. One small bag for each of you. Take it back."
"Uncle, you don't need so many. Just one will be enough."
"It's okay. It will go bad if you can't eat it."
After hearing this, the girl reached out and took the bag.
Erniu and Xiangnan took the bag.
The big girl said, "Uncle, my mother will come back and give you some mooncakes later."
"Yes, my dad said he wanted to buy mooncakes for the family."
"Yeah, that's what my parents said too."
Last night, the three families sat in front of the wall and talked about this.
I didn’t celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival well in previous years, so I must celebrate it well this year.
In recognition of Li Mingqing's kindness, I must give him gifts during festivals.
Old Lady Li said cheerfully, "Today is a festival, let's eat at home. You two don't have to cook. The third child brought a piece of meat yesterday, and the half bag of flour you gave me is just enough for making dumplings."
"Okay, let's eat here."
Li Lizhu sat on a bench picking freshly cut leeks.
"Mom, the chives in the vegetable garden are growing really well."
"How could it be bad? I carry a bucket of water every day to water the garden, just in case it dries up and the chives get old and taste bad."
Even during summer or autumn harvest, I would get up ten minutes earlier to water the crops.
I happened to pass by the vegetable garden on my way to work, so it was just a stop.