Chen Jiaojiao came to the next door and saw that the yard was still open, so she ran in.

Seeing the light in the kitchen, she called out, "Grandma Meng, Sister Jiang, are you cooking?"

Jiang Baige was making a fuss. When she saw her come in, she asked her to sit down.

"Jiaojiao, why are you here? Come and sit down. There are some washed bayberries on the table. Help yourself."

Jiang Baige and Grandma Meng had just gone out to pick bayberries, so they started to light the fire and cook now, and would have a bowl of noodles ready to eat soon.

Seeing that they hadn't cooked yet, Chen Jiaojiao said happily, "My mother told you not to cook anymore. She'll make some pies for you guys later. Please come over with her."

As she spoke, she picked up a bayberry and put it in her mouth.

"And Grandma Meng, don't wash the pot anymore. Go over there now! You can still help out later."

Grandma Meng laughed and said, "How can we eat at your house every day? We would be so embarrassed."

Grandma Meng didn't starve to death a few years ago because of the Chen family next door. Even if she had to eat coarse food, they would occasionally send her some.

Now that she has someone to rely on, she doesn't want to live off others for free like she did before.

Chen Jiaojiao said, "Oh! Who are we following? Let's go!"

Then he said to Jiang Baige, "Sister, my father has something to tell you and wants you to come over!"

Jiang Baige guessed what was going on, "Let's go! Then we won't cook."

Grandma Meng took two steps and went back to get the noodles from the stove.

Said to Chen Jiaojiao: "Just eating pie is not enough. It won't fill your stomach. You need some soup too."

Chen Jiaojiao smiled and said, "Okay! I ate noodles last time."