After finishing her words, Song Wen's face was full of pleading.
If it wasn't absolutely necessary, she really didn't want to open her mouth to ask for help, risking being despised.
After all, in times like these, who would have extra food?
Even if anyone did, they wouldn't save it for themselves but lend it to someone else?
But she really had no choice. If she didn't eat something soon, she would really die.
Granny Li fell silent, not knowing how to refuse.
Her family was also struggling, though it was just herself and Old Ma.
But she was a diabetic, and retrieving supplies relied entirely on Old Ma.
Now Old Ma was injured; last time when Liang Yuan brought supplies from Liu Erlong, everyone shared them. Since Old Ma was hurt, he got a bit more.
But those foods were meant to nourish Old Ma during his recovery. How could she lend them to Song Wen?
For a moment, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly, then she turned to look at Sister Yang Mei.
