Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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Xie Jinggang ran all the way back, parched and gasping. After catching a breath, he gulped down two cups of cool boiled water before finally setting the cup down.

"Look at you, all in a panic. What could possibly be happening at home..."

Chattering, Zhou Xiuhua stuffed Xiao Xian into the arms of Si’er and said to the children:

"Xiao Xian, be good. Let Uncle hold you. Grandma will go make some milk powder for you three brothers so you won’t be hungry."

Upon hearing this, the three brothers’ eyes lit up, and in unison, they said to her, "Thank you, Grandma, we love you the most!"

Xie Jinghong had already gone to the kitchen, so nobody stopped Zhou Xiuhua’s actions.

Seeing this, Xie Jinggang ’tsk tsk’ twice and whispered with a smile to Dad, "Dad, look at these three little ones, they’re real flatterers and destined for success!"

This was a compliment to the children’s cleverness, a sign they’d surely do well in the future!

Obviously Xie Tiesheng knew the Third Son’s Wife brought plenty back with her, and with her temperament, she wouldn’t fuss over such a small matter. Hearing Si’er’s voice tinged with jealousy, he said irritably: