Slender and with her hair tied in a ponytail, Xia Qing was wearing a white housedress and a grid-patterned apron as she stared at the french fries sizzling in the wok.
Hearing the sound of happy, skipping footsteps behind her, she knew her daughter was back from delivering french fries to the next-door neighbor.
Zhou Tongtong placed the empty plate on the counter and looked up at her mother. Their eyes met, and Xia Qing's gaze immediately fell to the ice cream bar in her daughter's hand.
"Lin Li gave you another ice cream bar..."
"Yeah."
"..."
"..."
The mother and daughter looked at each other wordlessly. Even though Xia Qing didn't have a Mind Reading Skill, she could tell exactly what her daughter was thinking just by looking into her sparkling eyes.
She said to her daughter with a sigh of resignation, "This is the last time. If Lin Li offers you ice cream again, you need to refuse."
