It's better to eat the tomato and egg noodles made by my mom at home.
The tomatoes were the freshest from the morning market that Aunt Wenhe got, and they were really cheap.
Tang Xi took out her cellphone and transferred five thousand yuan to Su Ya.
Although this was her monthly salary, at this moment, she didn't feel the sting at all, she even felt somewhat relieved to transfer the money.
Originally, she had wanted her daughter to attend Xinglan because she thought the education there should be good, with generally high-quality teachers.
But she didn't want to deal with the parents of these rich people.
Moreover, Xinglan is not a top-tier kindergarten.
These wealthy parents are just above average, with some backing at home, but they are not exactly from illustrious noble families.
But even this kind of oppressive atmosphere made Tang Xi feel suffocated.
