"Qingfeng stand up!"

Jia Qingyan walked to Jia Qingfeng and helped him to stand up.

"You made Qingfeng say it."

Jia Qingming turned his head and looked at He Lianchi who was sitting next to him.

"Yes, I asked Qingfeng to say it."

He Lianchi didn't evade anything, and immediately said something directly.

"Sister, don't blame brother-in-law, it's me..."

Jia Qingfeng quickly walked to Jia Qingming to explain, but when he saw Jia Qingming's smile, he couldn't say anything.

"Where did you see it, am I blaming him?"

Jia Qingming looked at Jia Qingfeng again.

"You haven't eaten much lately, and you've been losing weight. We all see it in our eyes, and my mother and us are getting along day and night. How can she not find out? It's a good thing to say that now! "

Jia Qingming stood up, put his hand on Jia Qingfeng's shoulder, and patted it.

"Sister... don't you blame me?"

Although this decision was made, in fact, Jia Qingfeng's heart was still very uncomfortable.

Reason and sensibility have been competing with each other.

Especially uncomfortable.

"Of course you are not to blame, but the glory of our family is also die-cast on you."

Jia Qingming said, reaching out to pat his shoulder heavily.

"Got it, sister!"

Jia Qingfeng nodded again now, as if only in this way can he prove his painstaking efforts and his decision.

"Then wait, you and Qingyan go to the shop! I'll persuade mother for you!"

"I'll go with you too! Just let Qingfeng go to the private school to finish the schoolwork!"

He Lianchi finished his last meal and stood up.

"OK, all right!"

With He Lianchi going with him, Jia Qingming was even more relieved.

Waiting for them to go out, Jia Qingming returned to the kitchen, watching that there were still some sweet potatoes bought a few days ago at home.

She peeled the sweet potato and made it rotten. This sweet potato has a natural aroma and sweetness.

Jia Qingming waited for this to let cool, and started kneading the noodles again. When the sticky noodles were ready, put the mashed sweet potato in it again.

I cut the apple I bought before into small pieces, and simmered them in a casserole with old rock sugar.

When it was almost time, I put the sweet potato gnocchi that I had wrapped myself into the apple soup.

After he was done, as soon as he opened the casserole, he smelled a sweet breath, which seemed to be a little bit sour.

Jia Qingming filled two bowls, put them in the tray, and walked towards Tong Cuiyun's room.

When she reached the door, she put the tray in her hand under the porch, and opened the small table aside.

Put the two bowls in the tray on the table again, and also put two evil futons.

After getting it right, she walked to Tong Cuiyun's door again and knocked on the door.

"mother……"

She knocked again.

Just when she thought Tong Cuiyun would not open the door, the door was opened.

"mother--"

Jia Qingming's eyes turned red when looking at Tong Cuiyun. It was obvious that they had just cried, and then they dried them again.

"We didn't eat much at noon, I made a sweet soup specially, mother come and have some."

Jia Qingming took her hand again and walked to the small table.

"good!"

Looking at the sweet soup she prepared meticulously on the small table.