"Grandpa Song, don't worry, Brother Song is in great health. He's a good worker in our production team and has a huge appetite. After work, he can eat three bowls of rice in one sitting. If it's steamed buns, he can eat at least eight.
Recently, we're quite busy with work in the fields, but it seems that in a month or so, things will calm down, and he might be able to visit you."
Jiang Xiaoxiao made up an excuse for Song Moting. It didn't really take a month; her being able to come to the county meant their production had no work, and it was currently the most relaxed time.
Old Sir Song laughed merrily.
"You're such a good child, making excuses for Song Moting. How could I not know this kid? Even if he has free time, he wouldn't want to come to see us because he thinks we caused his mother's death. He holds a grudge against us.
But in the end, it's our fault for letting him grow up without a mother. Life's been tough for him all these years."
