For the Qiao Family, Mrs. Zhang was an unusual visitor. It was her first time coming to their house.
Qiao Xiaomai immediately thought of Tong Sanlang, and quickly stood up, "Auntie, why are you here?"
Could something have happened to Tong Sanlang?
Mrs. Zhang stood at the door, gave a smile, and said, "I came to tell you something."
"What is it?" Qiao Xiaomai walked towards the doorway.
"Everybody went to plant sweet potatoes today, right? On such a blazing day, with people of all ages out in the field, I thought I'd come and ask you if you could make a pot of Sour Plum Soup. I'll deliver it to them in the field later."
"Both your Grandfather Tong and Sanlang are in the field right now. The sweet potato seedlings are in abundance, and they won't be back until everything is planted. Everyone's working really hard."
After hearing what Mrs. Zhang said, Qiao Xiaomai was stunned for a moment.
She couldn't believe that Mrs. Zhang came all the way for such a trivial matter.