It had been a long time since she had heard from Xiaoyi. She had promised to contact him more often, but she almost forgot her promise.
When she got home, Xiaoguo was focused on reading the letter in her hand. She didn't even notice that Zhuang Zhuang had sneaked out of the kitchen and was standing behind her.
"Mother, what are you looking at?"
Zhuang Zhuang wiped his mouth and stood behind her.
Xiaoguo took a deep breath. The rich fragrance of meat was floating in the air. She sniffed carefully but did not expose him. After all, she had to give her little man some face.
"A letter from Xiaoyi."
"From Xiaoyi?"
"From Xiaoyi!"
Xiaoguo imitated Zhuang Zhuang's tone and showed him the letter.
As soon as Zhuang Zhuang heard Xiaoyi's name, he wanted to open it and take a look. However, Xiaoguo refused to give it to him. No matter how hard he tried, she simply refused to hand it over.
"Mother, give it to me…"
