I've been constantly observing Tang Yuan, afraid that something might be wrong with my son.
After all, that transparent peach is the only one so far, and Jiang Xiaoxiao won't have the chance for another.
There's none on the peach tree.
For the past three years, Jiang Xiaoxiao had completely forgotten about this matter.
Could it be that Tang Yuan really has some sort of...?
Jiang Xiaoxiao started to worry.
"Tang Yuan, come here, come to mom."
Jiang Xiaoxiao held Tang Yuan's little hand and brought him to the living room.
Mother and son sat on the sofa.
Tang Yuan stiffened his neck, his little face full of stubbornness.
Probably angry because of the ginger.
Softly apologized, "Tang Yuan, mom did lie just now, I admit that. I shouldn't have lied. As an adult, I should set an example. I'm apologizing to you and admitting my mistake. Eating ginger is good for your health; my intention was good.
