Ms.Zheng pointed at her nose and laughed, "Isn't New Year supposed to be a happy occasion?"
Bai Shan said, "Mother wasn't this happy during New Year in previous years."
Ms.Zheng picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, "Stop blabbering, hurry and eat yours."
Bai Shan always felt something was off about his mother, but couldn't pinpoint what, so he silently ate the pastry.
Ms.Zheng ignored her son and instead held Manbao's small white hand, looking at her with a warm smile, as genial as could be.
Not just Bai Shan, even Manbao felt something was off. Once she finally left, Manbao whispered to Bai Shan, "Do you think Auntie Zheng needs a favor from me?"
Bai Shan: "Is my mom ill?"
"I just observed carefully, her complexion is rosy, her breathing steady, and walks firmly, not sick."
Bai Shan was bewildered.