Zhao Xin frowned, not knowing how to respond to his mother's experienced and unreasonable nagging:
"Mom, don't talk nonsense, I have something important to do!"
Zhao Xin's mother's voice suddenly became high-pitched: "Business, what business? If you really liked that girl, I would look up to you, but what's the result? This?"
Zhao Xin sighed helplessly. This was his mother. She was always right.
Zhao Xin didn't explain anything anymore and gave up completely. He waved his hand and left a basket of roasted sweet potatoes and roasted potatoes on the coffee table. Then he left home after saying a few words.
"Okay, I have something else to do, I'm leaving now!"
Zhao Xin's mother gnashed her teeth in anger: "Something's wrong! Something's wrong! When will you two be okay?"
As she was mumbling to herself, she saw something her son had left for her out of the corner of her eye. She pulled him over and saw the roasted sweet potatoes and potatoes in the basket.
The fragrant smell made her shut her mouth. This kid was finally raised in vain and he even knew that he had an old mother at home.
The temperature of the roasted sweet potatoes and potatoes did not drop much, and they were still a little hot when held in the hands, but this heat did not affect Mother Zhao's enjoyment of the food.
Although her family is not short of these things, and even has much better things than these, but this is not a gift from her son. How can she let her son down?
Delicious food can heal everything. Sure enough, after eating two roasted sweet potatoes, Mother Zhao’s mood also became wonderful.
It seems that the little girl is quite capable!
With the order in hand, Ayong and Lingxue got busy.
Because they were going to be sold, Ling Xue only helped to wash the sweet potatoes, and the job of roasting the sweet potatoes was left to Ayong.
Both of them were very fast and had 20 baked sweet potatoes in 20 minutes.
The sweet potatoes Ling Xue selected were not very big, but not small either. They were very uniform in size, weighing about 8 taels to 1 jin. Any bigger would not be suitable for baking.
In less than two hours, Ling Xue and A Yong had roasted the remaining 100 sweet potatoes. Ling Xue put away the 100 roasted sweet potatoes that she owed Zhao Xin, took out her raincoat and planned to send them to him at the cave.
Because it was not too far away, Ling Xue planned to walk over and observe the surrounding situation. The last time she came here, she was with Zhao Xin and did not look too carefully.
The house in front of Ling Xue's safe house was Zhao Xin's. Zhao Xin had introduced them to her when he had brought her and A Yong here last time. So when Ling Xue arrived at the door, she saw Zhao's mother standing under the eaves.
Ling Xue thought that this elegant-looking lady must be Zhao Xin's family. It would be bad if she didn't say hello. After all, Zhao Xin had helped her so much, so Ling Xue stopped and greeted Zhao's mother: "Hello, Auntie!"
Mother Zhao had known about Ling Xue's existence for a long time. Her son was so enthusiastic about helping a girl, which had never happened before. How could she not investigate it clearly?
It would be troublesome if someone had bad intentions. They only have this one precious son and cannot afford to lose him.
Seeing Ling Xue standing there like a willow in the weak wind, as if she would be blown away by a stronger wind, but she was quite polite.
Not suitable! This was the conclusion drawn by Zhao's mother. She was too weak. However, these conclusions were drawn the moment Zhao saw Ling Xue, and did not affect her greeting Ling Xue.
"Hello, little girl! Are you our Shin-chan's friend? Where are you going in such heavy rain? Why don't you rest at home?"
It’s not that Mother Zhao wants to ask random questions, she wants to get first-hand information.
