Going to Shen Yiqiu's house, Chen Guizhi was even more enthusiastic than Yang PeiMin, getting up early in the morning to pack the gifts for her.
Their third daughter lived in the county, where even buying vegetables was a hassle, not as convenient as it was in the countryside, so she harvested nearly half of the vegetables from their own garden and also prepared twenty eggs and other foodstuffs.
Shen Yiyue was astonished by the large sack on the ground, "Mom, what are you doing?"
Chen Guizhi laughed, "What's wrong? Your sister loves tomatoes the most, and just today our garden had some ripe for picking, I'm not even sure if they have any to eat today, if I had more time I'd also make some buns for my grandchildren. Dahua and the others love the pork buns I make..." Clearly, she didn't understand the disdain in her words.
Shen Yiyue and Yang PeiMin exchanged a helpless look.
