Zhao Jing said calmly, she took the little girl off her back, held her in her arms, and sat on a big rock next to her.

Zhao Wenmu opened the glass bottle angrily and drank mung bean soup angrily.

He spoke angrily again:

"Sister, if you are angry, hit me and scold me. Don't just say something."

"There are bean buns in the lunch box."

"I spoke."

Zhao Wenmu reached for the lunch box angrily. Next to the lunch box was a pair of chopsticks wrapped in clean corn bud leaves.

"Your favorite bean buns."

Zhao Jing suddenly spoke, her tone full of grievance.

Zhao Wenmu likes to eat long bean buns the most. Every year, Zhao Jing grows a lot of long beans. In the summer, he will dry and store the endless beans. In winter, he soaks the beans and makes tofu buns.

Zhao Wenmu put down his lunch box and squatted in front of Zhao Jing. Because Zhao Jing was sitting on a stone, he just needed to look up at her.

He reached out and held Zhao Jing's left hand. Zhao Jing struggled a few times but failed to break free.

"Sister, what's going on? Tell me."

There is concern and worry that cannot be hidden in his eyes.

"I don't know what's wrong. I just don't want to talk to you. I just want to cry."

Zhao Jing didn't know what was wrong with her. She just didn't want to talk to Zhao Wenmu and wanted to cry. She didn't know why, but she felt uncomfortable when she thought of the girl feeding Zhao Wenmu corn cakes.

Isn't it normal for someone to bring him food so late?

Zhao Wenmu's hands were so dirty, but she just handed them over without touching them. Is there any problem?

Someone came to deliver food to her little brother, shouldn't she be happy?

Why is it so uncomfortable when I think about that scene?

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became, and finally she couldn't help but shed tears one by one.

This made Zhao Wenmu feel very distressed.

"Sister, we won't collect mushrooms anymore. I won't collect mushrooms anymore, okay?"

If he had known that Zhao Jing was so sad because of this, he wouldn't have received any bullshit mushrooms even if he was beaten to death.

The little girl also reached out to scratch her mother's face.

Thinking that there were so many people not far away, Zhao Jing quickly wiped her eyes and stood up to carry the little girl on her back.

"This is embarrassing for my little brother," she thought to herself.

"Eat quickly, I'll take my daughter back to bed."

How dare Zhao Wenmu let her go back alone with her little girl? In Zhao Jing's current state, Zhao Wenmu didn't dare to let her out of his sight for even a minute.

"I'll take you back."

Zhao Wenmu said as he reached out to hug the little girl.

Zhao Jing took a step back, collected her emotions and then said softly:

"I'm fine, you can eat quickly."

Zhao Wenmu had no choice but to sit down and eat.

For the first time in his life, he felt that the bean buns were so bland and tasteless. Even though Zhao Jing made them himself, they didn't have any flavor at all.

Fortunately, Song Weixing rushed over while he was eating.

Zhao Wenmu handed the work back to Song Weixing, tied the little girl's swaddling clothes in front of him, and asked Zhao Jing to go home with him in his car.

Fortunately, Zhao Jing obediently agreed.
Chapter completed!