Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming wanted to refuse the good intentions of the An Family, after all, the food was saved from their mouths.
If they ate it, An Family wouldn't have anything to eat.
"Aunt An, there's no need to fuss, we already have food in our car."
"What you bring is yours; what we give is ours, that's different." An'an's mother said as she went out to prepare things.
"The child's mother is right, we haven't prepared much, but you have to take this, or it's like you look down on us."
Since Old An had spoken, Xiaoxiao and the others couldn't refuse any longer, "Alright then."
They waited in the house for a while, and soon An'an's mother came in with a basket full of things.
"Our family doesn't have much, but take these and eat on the road, please don't mind."
Yang Ming took the heavy basket and said promptly, "We don't mind, we don't mind, thank you, Aunt An."
