Li Jumei's expression was no different from Song Lan's; she was also helpless, feeling that her daughter really ate very little, no wonder she was so thin.
If Song Lan knew what her mother was thinking, she would probably laugh even more helplessly.
She looks thin, but her skin is firm and her figure is well-proportioned, not at all like a stick.
"I'll wash the pots and pans."
Song Guoqing picked up his bowl and chopsticks and stood up: "Sister, let me take your bowl and chopsticks to the kitchen for you. You can go and do your thing."
"Then I'll have to trouble you!"
The bowl and chopsticks in her hand were handed to Song Guoqing, and Song Lan picked up the things she had brought for the Xiao family: "Dad, Mom, Big Brother, I'll be back soon."
"Go."
The three of them nodded in unison, and it was Song Sanhe, the old father, who spoke up.
...
It was cold, and it hadn't been long since lunch. Apart from a few children who weren't afraid of the cold running around on the village road, there were hardly any adults in sight.
Song Lan tried to avoid people as she walked toward the thatched hut where the Xiao family lived.
When she was about fifty meters away from the Xiao family, she took out two large bundles from her spatial storage when no one was around.
Knock knock knock!
Arriving at the door of the Xiao family's thatched cottage, Song Lan freed one hand and knocked on the door with her finger.
"You came all this way in such cold weather!"
Xiao Yu opened the door and looked up to see Song Lan standing outside. His eyes immediately filled with heartache.
"Let's go inside and talk."
Without saying much, Song Lan shoved a large bundle into the other person's hands, then carried another large bundle and two bulging travel bags into the house.
"Lanlan is here, please have a seat."
The wind was strong outside, making a "whooshing" sound. As soon as Grandma Luo saw Song Lan, she hurriedly greeted her.
"Grandma Luo, you don't need to be so polite with me. I came here today specifically to bring you cotton-padded clothes."
Song Lan put down the large bundle and two travel bags she was carrying on the ground, took the large bundle from Xiao Yu and placed it on the table. Under the watchful eyes of the Xiao family, she opened it and distributed cotton-padded clothes and trousers to Old Master Xiao and others.
"I made it based on your measurements, but I don't know if it will fit. Why don't you try on the cotton-padded jacket first? If it doesn't fit, I'll alter it for you."
Song Lan spoke naturally, but Grandpa Xiao and the others all had tears in their eyes. Grandma Luo said, "We have enough to wear. How can you spend so much? Take the things back. We can't accept them."
“Last time I came here, I saw what Chenchen and you were wearing. Not to mention the patches, your cotton-padded coats were not only thin, but also felt a bit stiff. They won’t keep you warm at all when it snows.”
Picking up the baby Xiao Chen, Song Lan smiled and said, "Take it. I'll say it again: I'll help you as much as I can while I'm able."
With her gaze falling on Xiao Yu, Song Lan pointed to a travel bag on the ground: "The things in this bag are also what I brought for you. There is rice, flour, and my homemade chili sauce and meat sauce."
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