Back home, Xia Lu saw several large boxes piled up at the door, with Mrs. Zhang trying hard to move them into the kitchen. Xia Lu quickly put down her backpack and stepped forward, wanting to lend a hand.
"I can handle it, madam, you just rest," Mrs. Zhang refused.
"Mrs. Zhang, what are all these things? They're quite heavy."
"These? I'm not sure myself. The old madam's driver just delivered them, saying they were specially for you and the sir. He didn't say anything else before leaving. I was planning to bring them all in and open them together. By the looks of it, they should be food items."
Xia Lu looked around blankly. With so many food items, one wondered when they would ever finish eating them. Grandma Zhou really cared too much for them.