Before the doomsday, I owned an amazing caravan

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Zhao Xi's rejection made Wang Qingqing even more upset. She angrily poked Liu Meng next to her and motioned for her to speak.

Zhao Xi didn't look at her much and turned to look at Liu Meng.

"Zhao Xi, it's like this, um, we haven't gone to the morning market since we saw that the weather has become normal some time ago. Now, we don't have anything to eat at home... I want to borrow some from you first, don't worry, wait until we buy it

I will pay you back immediately."

Liu Meng's face was slightly red. In fact, they still had some food, but Sister Qingqing said that the prices of various food and drinks were getting more expensive day by day. They didn't have much money on hand anymore and needed to budget carefully.

He also said that people like them who work out of town are not as good as local people like Zhao Xi. They can live easily without going to work all day long, and they will definitely have a lot of savings in their hands.

Food and drink are very expensive now, and prices are rising every day.

Liu Meng knew it was wrong to lie, but thinking about the little money she had left on hand, she finally agreed to Wang Qingqing's decision.

After all, it seems that Zhao Xi's conditions are much better than theirs. She should be able to borrow some from her to tide over the difficulties...

Liu Meng secretly thought about how Zhao Xi had brought back a full bag of things every day during this period. Even when they had a few days of relaxation, Zhao Xi was still working diligently to stock up on goods... She couldn't help but feel less entangled in her heart.

Then he looked at Zhao Xi with pleading eyes.

"Zhao Xi, we have known each other for such a long time and can be regarded as friends. Before, we were worried about you getting up early to go shopping alone, and we even asked you to come with us. You won't leave us alone this time, right?

!?"

After Liu Meng finished speaking, before Zhao Xi could speak, Wang Qingqing's voice rang out next to him.

It looks like a request, but in fact the words imply moral kidnapping. If Zhao Xi was just a fledgling girl, she would probably be told to take food to him no matter how reluctant she was.

It's a pity that she, Zhao Xi, has no father or mother since she was a child, and her maternal grandparents died early. She has learned a truth very early, that is, people who are kind will be bullied by others, and horses who are kind will be ridden by others.

As soon as Wang Qingqing said these words, Zhao Xi immediately thought of those ill-intentioned relatives and a few neighbors who were greedy for cheap after the death of his grandma and grandpa. They were almost all like this, one with a red face and the other with a white face, looking at him

Since I was young, I made excuses to come to my house and take advantage of him.

"Hey, you all know how expensive food is now. I'm not like you. I work and get a salary every month. As for me, I only rely on a little savings from my family. Now I don't have much left. I can't live my life.

I'm so worried, I don't have enough to eat, so I can lend you some extra."

Zhao Xi spoke the local dialect of City A, and regardless of whether the two people across from her understood it or not, she closed the door with a "bang" after speaking.

The two people at the door seemed confused for a moment, and then Zhao Xi heard Wang Qingqing's angry voice. The general meaning was that Zhao Xi was impersonal, they were just borrowing and not not returning, they were stingy, etc. Next to them, Liu Meng whispered.

voice of persuasion.

Zhao Xi was too lazy to listen, so she turned back to the living room to see Xiao Ju. She was probably about to wake up at this point. When she woke up, she would be crying for milk. She had to warm up some goat milk quickly.

Good to feed it.

It was so hot outside. Seeing that Zhao Xi remained unmoved, Wang Qingqing and Wang Qingqing, who felt uninterested, went back within a few minutes. Liu Meng followed closely behind, and there was finally no movement at the door.

Zhao Xi held a small orange in one hand and a mini spoon in the other. He put half a bowl of warm goat's milk in his hand and fed the little one one mouthful at a time.

He was careful enough to take care of Zhao Xi, but there was still some excess goat milk that got on Xiao Ju's hair. Zhao Xi was thinking about where to buy two pet bottles.