"Yeah, Mom, don't cry. When Dad gets time off, we'll go visit Grandpa and Grandma."
"Mom~"
Zhuang Zhixin, her eyes red, said, "Your dad won't get any leave this year."
The distance between their two places wasn't short—it would take several days just to travel. Unless it was a long holiday, they couldn't make the trip. And with the food shortage this year, even if there was a holiday, she couldn't just leave. Going back would mean consuming more food.
She sighed and sat down in her chair, unmoving.
When her husband, Wang Haomin, came home and saw all the items on the table, he was startled and said, "Where did you go to rob all this?"
Zhuang Zhixin shot him a glare.
Dabao and Erbao immediately explained, "Grandma sent these. Mom is missing her mom."
Wang Haomin, seeing his wife's eyes as red as a rabbit's, said, "How about I take some leave this year, and we go back?"
Zhuang Zhixin shook her head. "Not this year. There's a food shortage."
