"Did you eat breakfast?" Yang Mi asked with concern.
She really cared about her daughter.
If she hadn't met Sun Dasheng later, she originally intended to have only this one daughter.
That daughter was meant to be her successor and her guarantee in her old age.
Therefore, her daughter was her precious little cotton jacket.
"Mom, I've eaten. Auntie made beef noodles for me, they were delicious."
Xiao Nuomi said obediently.
Now she is 11 years old and almost 1.6 meters tall.
Kids these days grow at an alarming rate; they shoot up in a flash.
"That's right, you are in your growth stage right now, balanced nutrition will make you grow even taller." Yang Mi remained bothered by never having long legs, being less than 1.7 meters tall.
If it wasn't for her curvy figure giving her a boost, she might not have become so popular.
"Mom, what's the point of growing so tall? If you're too tall, you'll look like a stick. It's not pretty." Xiao Nuomi pouted in response.
