Seeing her fleeing son, Tian Cuihua smiled helplessly. "Haha, this boy is so mischievous and disobedient! Your daughter is much more likable. Oh, where is your Tongtong? Why didn't she come with you?"
Thinking of her own equally mischievous daughter, Sun Mei couldn't help but smile. "Oh, she was called out to play by some children from the school. Please don't praise her, or her head will be in the clouds."
Tian Cuihua noticed the bowl in Sun Mei's hand. "What's this?"
Sun Mei smiled. "My husband's leg isn't what it used to be, so I've been thinking about finding a new way to make a living. I've developed some snacks recently and was wondering if I could make a business out of them. I brought some for your family to try, partly as a thank you for the Village Chief's care for our family, and partly to ask for your opinion—to see if these things might sell."
