Li Qiaomu glanced up at him, nodded slightly, and didn't say anything more.

"Sleep." Seeing that she was not in high spirits, he hugged her and coaxed softly.

This night, Li Qiaomu had insomnia.

When I woke up in the morning, my eyes were a little dark circles.

She had just had breakfast when she received a call from He Xiong, saying that she was asked to take Meimei to the Hyatt Regency Hotel in the provincial capital on Saturday to sign a contract.

After agreeing to him, the two hung up the phone.

As soon as she hung up the phone, Old Man Jane's voice came from the door.

Li Qiaomu walked out and saw Old Man Jian standing at the door with a bag of things.

"The third family, you are at home, you take this bag of potatoes to eat, and I just took it back from the field." Old man Jane said as he struggled to come in with this bag of potatoes.

Seeing this, Li Qiaomu hurriedly ran over to help.

"No, no, this bag is dirty, don't stain your clothes, I'll just bring it in." Old man Jane refused her help.

Li Qiaomu looked at the potatoes of nearly fifty catties or so, as well as the soil on the bag, and knew at a glance that they had just been dug up today.

"Dad, you can take this potato back and eat it, you can use everything here, no need for it." The main thing is that this sudden giving makes her a little flustered.

Old man Jian lowered his head, and his voice was a little lonely, "The third family, are you still alive?" ”

Li Qiaomu tugged at the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "No, Dad, where do you want to go, I have long forgotten the previous things." ”

Old man Jian glanced up at her, lowered his head again, and said, "Since you are not angry, then take these potatoes, I gave them to my grandson to eat, you can't do without them." ”

After speaking, Old Man Jian was afraid that Li Qiaomu would return the things to him, so he turned around and left the house as soon as he put these things away.

Even Li Qiaomu asked him to drink saliva, but the old man refused, and his steps were still fast.

Li Qiaomu looked at his back, and sighed at the bag next to him.

In the evening, when the family sat down for dinner, they found that there was no meat on the table, but all potatoes.

"Mom, our family has no money now, why don't we even have a piece of meat, it's all potatoes." Jian Qingyu asked Li Qiaomu with a deep hatred.

Li Qiaomu glanced at him leisurely, "What's the matter, don't you like to eat?" ”

When Jian Qingyu saw her mother's dangerous eyes, she was frightened, and she subconsciously shook her head with a strong desire to survive, "What's the matter, I like it very much, I like potatoes the most." ”

The corners of Li Qiaomu's mouth curved, and he didn't continue to tease the son in front of him, and officially spoke, "These potatoes were sent by your grandfather to you to eat, this is a piece of people's hearts, and we can't live up to it." ”

"I heard you right, my grandfather actually sent us a bag of potatoes, Mom, did you say the wrong thing?" Jian Qingyu plucked her ears with her hands in disbelief.

Li Qiaomu glanced at him, "I didn't say the wrong thing, this potato was indeed sent by your grandfather, although he really didn't treat you well before, but now." ”

Speaking of this, Li Qiaomu secretly glanced at Jian Haotian, who was sitting next to him, and really didn't know whether he should say the next words.

"Alright, let's all have dinner." Jian Haotian didn't say anything, only said this, and then took the lead in moving his chopsticks, took a piece of potato and put it in his mouth to eat.