"How much flavor do you add? By the time you think it's tasty, can we still eat it?"
Uncle Qin nodded: "Yes, that's true."
At this moment, the floor-to-ceiling window in the first-floor room was opened from inside.
Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu both turned their heads to look, and Alii stood at the door.
Both of them smiled.
Back at Li Sanjiang's house, the two of them had played the role of Alii's parents.
Although they weren't, from an emotional perspective, they watched Alii grow up.
However, they quickly noticed that Alii held a crumpled piece of money in her hand.
Judging by the denomination, it should be two yuan.
"Alii?" Aunt Liu took the initiative to walk over, "Is the collection box full?"
Alii shook her head.
Aunt Liu pursed her lips, glanced up with the corner of her eye, and asked softly, "Then are the tablets running out?"
