Zhao Meimei was running wild outside the whole day. When she came home for dinner at night and had just climbed up the staircase, the scent already hit her. She took a sniff and dashed upwards.
She knocked the door open, hurriedly changed her shoes, and darted toward the kitchen: "Mom! Did you make braised pig's trotters!"
Liu Xiue turned back with a smile, her finger accurately poking Zhao Meimei's forehead: "Smells good, doesn't it?"
Zhao Meimei was drooling: "Good! Mom, what's today's occasion?"
Braising pig's trotters is a labor-intensive task, usually reserved for holidays or festivals.
Liu Xiue beamed with joy, adding seasoning to the pot as she spoke: "We're celebrating your successful admission to Sixth Elementary. Once the new school term starts, you'll be a student there."
"Really?" Zhao Meimei perked up: "That's great, I can ride Brother Yangyang's bicycle to school every day!"
