Fan Xiuying eagerly approached with a thermal lunch box.
This was her homemade noodle soup, made with chicken broth simmered for several days using the finest rooster. The bones were stewed till tender, with eggs, greens, and tomatoes added inside. It tasted great, and Jiang Xiaoxiao could eat a big bowl every time.
"Mom brought you noodle soup, hurry and eat some! In the afternoon, I'll go back to cook millet porridge for you."
Fan Xiuying thought her daughter understood the bigger picture like her parents.
However, Fang Xiaohui got anxious seeing the thermal lunch box.
"Mom, didn't you say you were going home to cook for me? How did you come back so quickly, and where did this lunch box come from? Did you bring Jiang Xiaoxiao's leftovers for me? How can you treat me like this, I'm your biological daughter too, why are you doing this to me?
Giving all the good stuff to Jiang Xiaoxiao, leaving the bad for me."
Fang Xiaohui pointed at the lunch box and threw a tantrum.
