Jiang Xiaoxiao stretched lazily in the sunlight, shielding her eyes from the glare.
Fan Xiuying scolded her tenderly.
"Just look at those dark circles under your eyes. Who's like this? I called you for breakfast this morning, but you didn't eat and worked straight through to noon. I'm telling you, after lunch, you must take a good nap this afternoon. You can't go back to pounding on that sewing machine. Who does that?"
Looking at her daughter's dark circles, how could she not feel concerned?
Jiang Xiaoxiao teased Nuonuo happily, "Mom, I know, I know! Hurry and make me a meal, I'm really hungry. After eating, I'll go right to sleep. But I made you a whole new outfit, it's right there in the room. Go in and check if it fits, if it doesn't, we can fix it now."
Holding Nuonuo, she pushed her mother into the room, and Nuonuo thought her aunt was playing a game with her.
