Chapter 449: Those who are not of my kind will be killed
"I also want to drive and can't drink. Qiao Mo, pour me a glass of juice too." Kang Weimin said bluntly. He had never seen juice before, let alone what it tasted like.
"Hey." Qiao Mo took out a few glasses and poured four glasses of orange juice. "Brother Yuan, just drink with grandpa. Drink less."
"Just drink a small cup, and then we'll drink the juice." Kang Mingyuan took two small wine glasses weighing eight cents each and poured a glass for himself and the old man.
"Mingyuan, Qiao Mo, I wish you a prosperous future. Cheers." The old man raised his glass and said.
"Thank you, Grandpa. Please drink slowly. This is just one glass of wine for the day." Kang Mingyuan reminded that the old man loved wine, but his body did not support it, so he could only drink a small glass at each meal.
"I know, I know. I'll just take a small sip." The old man's little trick was seen through by his grandson, so he could only take a small sip.
"Grandpa, grandma, have some soup first." Qiao Mo scooped a bowl of chicken soup for each of them.
The old lady took a sip of the soup and said, "This soup is really delicious. This chicken stewed with dried mushrooms is no worse than shiitake mushrooms."
"These are matsutake mushrooms, which are more delicious than ordinary mushrooms."
"So this is Matsutake. I've only seen fresh ones, never dried ones, so I really didn't recognize it." The old lady said with a smile.
"This is the first time I've seen it, too. This was sent by my brother's classmate from the southwest. When he knew we were moving, he packed some for me so we could try it," Qiao Mo explained.
"This thing seems to be a specialty of the southwest. It's rare here." The old man nodded.
"If grandma likes it, let my brother ask his teacher to buy some in the spring." Qiao Mo thought that there were a lot of matsutake mushrooms and chicken legs in the space, and he could take this opportunity to take some out.
"Isn't this too much trouble?" the old lady said hesitantly.
"No, it can generate income for local farmers."
"If it's convenient, ask someone to buy some for you. If it's not convenient, forget it." The old lady also knew that it was not easy for people in the mountainous areas to make money. It would be a great help if she could generate income for them.
"I know that we do everything on a voluntary basis. If they are willing, we can do it. If they are not willing, they can find someone else." Qiao Mo said indifferently.
"Yes, yes, no matter what you do, don't force others." The old lady nodded repeatedly.
Several people had lunch together in a lively atmosphere. Since the old man and the old lady wanted to take a nap, they just sat for a while and then left. Qiao Mo, Kang Mingyuan and Han Yimo sent them downstairs, helped them get into the car, and watched their car drive away before returning home.
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