Roll the red beans, steam the glutinous rice.
Meng Yao was making white jade red bean rolls.
They looked great, were simple, and weren't too much trouble to make.
When Zhao Dajiang entered the kitchen, Meng Yao was already slicing them.
"You're just in time. Take a portion to Xiu'er, and have some yourself," Meng Yao said.
Zhao Dajiang never asked why; as long as it was his mother's request, he just did it.
Meng Yao cut the rest, then took them to Zhao Xiaoshu's room.
Zhao Xiaohua had a look of utter despair.
Even Zhao Xiaoshu rarely showed any expression on his face—helplessness.
"How's the studying going?" Meng Yao asked with a smile.
Though she didn't need to ask to know the answer.
"Mom, I couldn't teach her," Zhao Xiaoshu said a bit embarrassed.
"Learning isn't something that happens overnight, it takes time and goes step by step," Meng Yao said.
