Receiving Shen Xing'er's expectant look, Mi Jing leaned over and picked up a small bag. She pulled out the contents while saying, "These are dried sweet potatoes that my grandpa dried himself. I don't know if you'll like them."
"I like them, dried sweet potatoes are delicious, especially homemade ones." Shen Xing'er delightedly took the bag from Mi Jing's hand, then unwrapped it and started munching on the dried sweet potatoes, as if she hadn't eaten for two or three days!
"Don't eat too much! Dinner is almost ready." The old lady watched Shen Xing'er eating so ungracefully, and couldn't help but frown, but considering she was pregnant, the old lady turned her scolding words into a reminder.
"Got it." Shen Xing'er chewed on the dried sweet potato, answering indistinctly.
Watching Shen Xing'er eat greedily, Mi Jing suddenly felt hungry herself. She reached for a piece of dried sweet potato and started munching on it too.
