บท 112: One hundred and twelve, start work!_1

Tian Laosì returned home and dived into the kitchen, pulling out all of his collection of bags.

At that moment, Shen Cuilan was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for her son Yan Yan.

Seeing Tian Laosì acting like a madman, taking out all the nylon bags in the house, she looked at him with a face full of surprise.

"What on earth are you doing this early in the morning?"

Squatting on the ground, Tian Laosì was organizing the nylon bags in his hands and muttered impatiently, "Chenzi's house is short of nylon bags!"

Shen Cuilan tossed an egg into the pan and frowned.

"If you take them all, how are we supposed to store our grains?"

It's not that she was unwilling to give them away, but that giving them all to Gu Chen would be somewhat inconvenient for her.

Tian Laosì stacked the bags neatly and then stood up.

"Can't you go buy some? How much of Chenzi's food have you eaten?"

"You begrudge a few bags, but I didn't see you eat any less of his apples!"