"Father, these..." Hua Chengtian stopped his old dad who was about to leave with the kids.
Although he had to accompany the task assignment as soon as he returned, who else but his own dad would make him endure the exhaustion?
But something needed clarification, Hua Chengtian pointed at the neatly arranged numerous tightly covered bamboo baskets inside the valley gate, helplessly looking at his dad.
He did not believe these things were bought by everyone themselves; forming a group like this definitely had something to do with his dad.
"Oh, look at this, getting old and forgetting things. This is the grain, salt, vinegar and stuff I managed to get through connections. First take it to our house, we'll deal with the rest once everyone's rested tomorrow."
The old man Hua patted his forehead and laughed, quickly arranging everything before hurrying to get home.
Hua Chengtian understood, having no strength left to retort.
