Jia Qingyan walked to Jia Qingfeng and helped him stand up.
"You asked Qingfeng to say it."
Jia Qingying turned his head and looked at He Lianchi sitting next to him.
"Yes, I asked Qingfeng to say it."
Helianchi didn't avoid anything, he just said it directly.
"Sister, don't blame your brother-in-law, it's me..."
Jia Qingfeng quickly walked up to Jia Qingxing and explained, but when he saw the smile on Jia Qingxing's face, he was speechless.
"How can you tell that I'm blaming him?"
Jia Qingping looked at Jia Qingfeng again.
"You haven't eaten much recently, and you've been losing weight. We all see it. Mom and we get along day and night, so how could she not notice it? It's a good thing to say it now! "
Jia Qingying stood up, reached out and patted Jia Qingfeng's shoulder.
"Sister...don't you blame me?"
Although he made this decision, Jia Qingfeng still felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
Reason and sensibility are always competing with each other.
Particularly uncomfortable.
"Of course I don't blame you, but the glory of our family is also cast in your body."
Jia Qingqing said, reaching out to pat him heavily on the shoulder.
"I got it, sister!"
Jia Qingfeng nodded heavily at that moment, as if this was the only way to prove his hard work and decision.
"Then wait a minute, you and Qingyan go to the shop! I'll go and persuade mother for you!"
"I'll go with you! It's just in time for Qingfeng to go to the private school and finish his homework!"
Helianchi finished the last bite of his meal and stood up.
"OK, all right!"
With Helianchi going with him, Jia Qingqing felt even more relieved.
After they all went out, Jia Qingying returned to the kitchen and saw that there were still some sweet potatoes bought a few days ago.
She peeled the sweet potatoes and made them rotten. This kind of sweet potatoes had a natural aroma and sweetness.
Jia Qingqing waited for it to cool down and started kneading the noodles again. When the sticky noodles were ready, he put the sweet potato puree inside.
I cut the apple I bought earlier into small pieces and simmered it in a casserole with rock sugar over low heat.
When it was almost time, he put the sweet potato dumplings he had wrapped into the apple soup.
After it was ready, as soon as I opened the casserole, I smelled a sweet smell, which seemed to be a little sour.
Jia Qingqing filled two bowls, put them on the tray, and walked towards Tong Cuiyun's house.
When she reached the door, she placed the tray in her hand on the corridor and opened the small table aside.
The two bowls in the tray were placed on the table, and two evil futons were also placed.
After finishing this, she walked to Tong Cuiyun's door again and knocked on the door.
"Mother..."
She knocked again.
Just when she thought Tong Cuiyun wouldn't open the door, the door was opened.
"mother-"
Jia Qingqing's eyes turned red when he looked at Tong Cuiyun. It was obvious that he had just cried, and then wiped them dry.
"We didn't eat much for lunch. I specially made sweet soup. Mom, come and have some."
Jia Qingqing took her hand again and walked to the small table.
"good!"
Looking at the sweet soup she carefully prepared on the small table.