The villagers wouldn't take no for an answer and left all the gifts to Xie Yunjin and Lu Jiao.
Stuff filled the east bedroom. Other than food from town, the villagers brought eggs and vegetables from their homes.
Lu Jiao felt overwhelmed. Luckily, she had her space to put all this in. Or else she'll never finish all this food.
Xie Yunjin also felt a headache and suggested, "The food will likely go bad if we just put them here. Why not give some to your mom?"
Naturally, Lu Jiao didn't object. Sadly, she had no time to go right now. She had promised the four little ones she'd take them the next time she went.
With Xie Yunjin still bedridden, if she took the children with her, he would be home alone.
Lu Jiao thought about it and shook her head, "I don't have to go right now. I will store what I can and pickle some vegetables. That will help the shelf life."
She'll put everything into her space and pretend to have pickled some.
