C78 Osmanthus Cake

Luo Momo and Chen Qingyuan carried the dishes and the family sat at the table, waiting for Zhang Bailian to come back.

Walking on the dirt road, Zhang Bailian was almost starving to death. She had done a lot of farm work by herself. At such an old age, she could not be at ease every day. At home, she kept two money-losing goods. Other than being lazy, they were all flowery words. Now