"Qiuqiu, let me help you pack your suitcase." An Ranxi looked at Qiuqiu's cute and compact suitcase and was eager to try it.
"OK."
As soon as An Ranxi got Qiuqiu's consent, she went to unzip the suitcase.
Hey! Wrong!
"No..." Jiang Qiuwan quickly stopped him, but it was already too late.
God, good society is dead.
"What's this?"
An Ranxi looked at a nylon bag that didn't match the suitcase at all. It seemed to contain a lot of things, and the only set of clothes was squeezed into a small corner.
Jiang Qiuwan quickly covered her face and turned away, not daring to look. This was too social.
An Ranxi wanted to ask Qiuqiu, but seeing that Qiuqiu was busy with other things, she tried to lift it, and it was quite heavy.
He looked at his son. In less than a month, he had gained strength. Luoluo seemed to be pulling such a heavy box very easily just now.
Yi Luoyuan: How can you collapse in front of your girlfriend?
An Ranxi took out the clothes and put them in the cabinet, then took a look at the nylon bag. There was a lot of stuff in it, but she didn't know what it was and couldn't tell.
An Ranxi couldn't open it without Qiuqiu's consent. Although Qiuqiu was still young, she still had to respect other people's privacy.
So he turned around and asked Qiuqiu: "Qiuqiu, what's in this? It's so heavy."
Jiang Qiuwan knew that there was no room for change, so he calmed down, turned to look at An Ranxi calmly, opened his mouth, and wanted to explain.
Ah, no, there is still room for change. Qiuqiu looked at An Ranxi, and her eyes lit up instantly.
An Ranxi was shocked, what happened just now? Suddenly her back felt cold.
"throat!"
Jiang Qiuwan cleared his throat and explained to An Ranxi: "This is the millet grown at home. It is delicious when made into porridge. It was a gift for my aunt. I just forgot about it."
I originally wanted to give it to my aunt when she came to see Luo Luo, but I met it when I didn’t arrive first, so I could open it and take a look."
"Bring it to me?"
An Ranxi opened the bag in surprise. The yellow millet was of good quality.
Although An Ranxi doesn't usually cook, she occasionally cooks love porridge for her children and husband.
I picked it up and looked at it. It was no worse than the ones bought in big supermarkets, even better. After all, they were grown at home, although the packaging was not very good.
An Ranxi's eyes were bent when she smiled. This was given to her by her daughter-in-law. No, it was given to her by her in-laws.
Then do you want to give a gift to your in-laws? In this way, the two families should be considered engaged, right?
No, you need a marriage certificate or something to get engaged.
When can we sit down and talk with the in-laws to finalize the marriage between Luoluo and Qiuqiu?
Jiang Qiuwan didn't know that An Ranxi had thought so far because of a bag of millet.
Looking at the millet in An Ranxi's hand, Jiang Qiuwan breathed a sigh of relief and finally gave it away.
When grandma pretended, Qiuqiu didn't want to pretend, but she couldn't resist grandma, so she had to do this.
Grandma Jiang meant to ask Qiuqiu to give millet to the teacher.
In Grandma Jiang's mind, Qiuqiu is still young and needs to be taken care of by the teachers. She should give the teachers something to make them more tolerant when taking care of Qiuqiu.
Although this bag of millet is not very valuable, growing it at home is better than buying it from outside.
But Qiuqiu is too embarrassed to give it away. There are so many teachers, who should I give it to?
Or find a few separate bags and give each person a little?
Moreover, the teachers live in the school, and the school has a cafeteria. The food in the cafeteria is very good, it costs no money, and there are not many people to cook.