"Mom, are you really going to big brother's house? Then I'll bring you some refined grains."
Mother Zhang quickly pulled Zhou Jiao into the bedroom.
They entered inside.
Mother Zhang whispered, "Don't casually take out fine grains in the future. Even if it's for your elder sister in front, it won't do. You understand what Mom means, right?"
Zhou Jiao certainly understood.
It's been a month since Ping'an's birthday passed, and now every household hasn't even seen refined grains, and coarse grains are being eaten sparingly. She's worried about their stomach issues and wanted to take the previously received refined grains back to them. Otherwise, eating white rice at home makes her feel uneasy.
