An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

The old lady looked at her delicate and lively granddaughter in front of her and was delighted. "Okay, okay, it looks great. Why don't you take it off today? Your coat looks cumbersome."

"Aren't you just worried that the grandparents and aunts won't be used to seeing me? Besides, I took a car this afternoon!"

"I'm used to it, why wouldn't I be used to it? Mingyue, Mingzhu, hurry up, you have it too."

As soon as Xiao Mingzhu came in, she was pulled over by Aunt Zhao. Her outer clothes had been taken off, and she was running around happily in her underwear. Aunt Zhao was busy chasing her: "Don't run around, or you'll faint again."

"Auntie, I'm not dizzy anymore. I'm not dizzy anymore after eating cousin Xi's candy."

"This kid is very naughty."

But no one took his words to heart. They just thought that the child was being playful and happy, forgetting about his own physical condition.

Only Jing Chunxi knew that it was probably the spiritual spring water that worked. If he drank it regularly in the future, maybe the little glutinous rice dumpling would get better.

Jing Chunxi noticed that her third uncle put on an indigo-blue servant's outfit and was neither standing nor sitting, and finally sat down beside her grandfather's bed. She couldn't help laughing.

Third uncle has loved reading since he was a child and he is very talented, so naturally he was not forced by his grandfather to practice martial arts. In her impression, apart from the moon-white long gown, it seems that third uncle has no other clothes, so it is normal for him to feel uncomfortable now. She can't do anything about it. He who knows the times is a hero. Only people can adapt to the status quo. Even third uncle cannot be spoiled. But next time, she can change him into a light gray suit.

He rummaged through his bag again, pulled out a large bottle of medicinal wine and a stack of medicated patches, and walked straight to Grandfather's bunk bed. Third Uncle and Grandpa Xiaobei were applying medicine to Grandfather. Seeing that Grandfather's wound was indeed almost scabbing over, and no blood had seeped out all day, he said, "Grandpa Xiaobei, this medicine will be effective for your legs. Apply it and then apply the patches every night, and drink a couple of sips of the medicinal wine before going to bed. You should be able to walk more easily tomorrow. It can also be used if Grandfather has any old injuries."

"Hey! Hey! Thank you, cousin. My little skill is useless, so I have to use your good medicine first."

Grandpa Xiaobei thought for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Can the old general have a sip or two?"

Jing Yongcheng was delighted.

The old lady immediately stopped them: "No!" Her voice was so loud that it scared everyone.

Seeing Xiaobei's body shaking as he squatted in front of the bed, the old lady quickly changed her tone to a gentler one: "If you want to drink, stand up quickly."

Xiaobei looked at the old general and smiled like a child: "Old General, you should drink it after you get better. Drink it after you get better."

"Then grandpa will have to endure it for a few more days." Jing Chunxi covered his mouth and laughed.

"Grandpa Xiaobei, feel free to use this medicine. My mother has extra supplies. If there's anything wrong and you need a different prescription, just let me know. I've brought the herbs with me, and you can buy anything you need when we get to town."

"Hey! Hey!" Grandpa Xiaobei could only nod and express his gratitude. He himself didn't understand what the point of his coming was. The medicine that the Third Master used on the old general was very effective. It was almost scabbing over now. I was afraid that the old general would be almost recovered in five or six days at most. How could he prescribe such a good medicine?

After Jing Changning applied the medicine to his father, he looked at Jing Chunxi, who was happily hanging around his grandmother and three aunts as if nothing had happened. Then he looked at her small package that could only hold a few pieces of clothes and fell into deep thought again.

Everyone took a big meat bun. Except for the little glutinous rice dumpling who couldn't help but take a bite first, no one else touched it because they all knew that the icing had not come back.

"There's braised pork in the food box." Glutinous Rice Dumpling whispered to Aunt Zhao.

Then he ran to Yin's side and said, "Mother, we are the only ones who have braised pork and meat buns. They eat white flour buns, and they only have one." He lowered his voice as much as he could and stretched out his small index finger to gesture, thinking that no one could hear him.

But everyone laughed, and the old lady nodded after hearing this arrangement, thinking that it was his youngest son who arranged for the distribution to be given to the clan members.

Hearing the scramble and shouting from the two rooms next door, they knew the white flour buns had been distributed, otherwise there wouldn't be any commotion. They didn't care, just knew that the frosting was about to come in. Jing Mingyue came over and shared the food box with Jing Chunxi: "How are we going to eat? There are only three bowls and chopsticks."

"I have a solution!" Jing Chunxi ran to the edge of the bunk bed and rummaged through his small package.

She pulled out a dozen small bowls and a pair of chopsticks. The bowls were tiny, barely the size of her palm, and the chopsticks were delicate and shorter than usual. She had no choice but to leave the smallest bowls like that; large bowls were too heavy, and a dozen of them would take up too much space in the package. Once they were taken out, it would be impossible to put them back in, as they would be needed for the next meal.

There were indeed plates in the space, but they were not good enough to eat with and could not hold two pieces of meat.

Zhuang started to question again this time: "How come this bowl is exactly the same as the one in our house?"

"Isn't it the bowl we drink soup from?"

Si Yan was more observant and took a closer look at the bowl first. Sanlang also noticed that people who talk less are generally more meticulous and observant.

The little glutinous rice dumpling picked up the short chopsticks that were very convenient for him: "Yeah! Auntie usually gives me short chopsticks like this."

Everyone looked at it suspiciously, the more they looked, the more they felt it belonged to them. Jing Chunxi held his forehead and said, "Isn't the braised pork in front of you delicious? Why do you always focus on such a trivial matter?"

"That's all the stuff they sell in the shop!" Jing Chunxi had already thought of this. Even if you were to eat at someone else's house, who would pay attention to what kind of tableware they used? Believe it or not. Anyway, this tableware was indeed looted from the kitchen of the General's Mansion.

Jing Changning became even more suspicious. He had carried several packages before when getting off the bus, but none of them were as heavy as the bowls and chopsticks. Moreover, if these ceramic bowls had been in the packages the whole time, how could they have survived the bumpy ride without making any noise or any signs of being bumped or scratched?

"Sister Sugar Frosting, come quickly and eat some meat and meat buns."

Just because this helped her out of the predicament, the little glutinous rice dumpling should be rewarded with candy.

"You guys eat the meat buns first."

Zhuang had forgotten her previous question and squatted down. She first gave two small bowls of meat to the old general and the old lady. Then she looked at Grandpa Xiaobei who had been staying with her father and gave him a small bowl as well. Then the big bowl of braised pork became just half a bowl.

Chu Chunxi quickly grabbed it and said, "Everyone else, share these two bowls. This half bowl is frosted. She needs to eat her fill."

Tang Shuang's face flushed: "Master, I don't need it. I'll just eat a few pieces."

The old lady said: "Little girl, here you go, just eat it, it will give you strength."

"But, but I didn't pull the cart this afternoon."

Tangshuang felt very embarrassed. In the afternoon, the four men took turns pulling the cart. Although she also helped from the back, she didn't feel tired at all. Moreover, someone had stuffed four meat buns into her hands, and she could hardly hold them. It was hard to say whether she could finish the meat buns. She really ate too much at noon today.