In an instant, Su Meixiang realized that her bragging earlier felt like a joke.
Fubao had no idea that her red woolen coat had sparked jealousy in others. Seeing her mom come to pick her up made her truly happy, and she ran over to her quickly, cheeks flushed. "Mom, you're here to pick me up, not Uncle Zhu."
"Uncle Zhu is at home cooking, working hard, so I came to pick you and Yanyan up instead." Feng Qingxue reached out to take her daughter's school bag, and also Ye Yan's army-green canvas shoulder bag. "Yanyan, hold your sister's hand, and let's go home together. Didn't you both say yesterday that you wanted Uncle Zhu's lotus root patties? He's making them for you today."
