"There's a lot of water, and the corn has been soaked rotten. I don't think we can count on the harvest this year."
The man took off his rain shoes, and his voice was muffled.
His brows were knitted into a knot, and his face was full of worry.
"Old Wu, let's eat first. There's always a way. If there's trouble, we'll take care of it," Fang Huilan helped her husband take off his coat and said with concern.
Soon, the three of them sat down around the wooden table in the hall.
Wu Yan served the dishes.
"I have a stomachache and can't eat such hot rice. Finish it, father and daughter."
Fang Huilan scooped out two bowls of rice, but she pulled out the drawer and started to eat bread that was already dry and hard.
Wu Yan saw everything, and her eyes unwittingly turned red.