Xue Chuchu could only cook silently. After blanching, she used a colander to scoop out the chicken feet and got ready to dump the water.
Hua Fengmei noticed her arms tremble slightly as she carried the pot, and immediately reached out to take it, effortlessly carrying it to the sink.
Xue Chuchu originally thought she had grown up, but now she realized her mom's strength was still much greater than hers.
She smiled gently, shedding her cool demeanor, with a hint of sweetness: "Mom, how are your hands so steady?"
Hua Fengmei was going to say that being her mom, she had eaten more salt than Chuchu had rice...
Who knew, before she could speak, Jiang Ning said, "Why are your hands steady? Because they support a family."
These words made Hua Fengmei's heart blossom. All these years as a widow, raising a beautiful daughter; the saying 'cherishing a jade brings trouble' fit her, and nobody knew how much hardship she endured to raise her daughter.
