After breakfast, Su Xiaoxiao went to the kitchen to collect the bowls.
She hummed a tune as she swiped.
Su Yuniang walked over with the little darling who had been in her arms for more than a month and leaned against the door frame.
The little darling blew milk bubbles leisurely.
Su Yuniang looked at her daughter dotingly and looked at Su Xiaoxiao unhappily. "Are you quite happy to be able to go to the capital?"
Su Xiaoxiao washed the pot and raised her eyebrows. "Am I?"
Su Yuniang snorted. "Why not? I think you're about to go to heaven!"
Su Xiaoxiao blinked and said seriously, "I'm not very happy. It's so-so."
"Huh."
It would be strange if she believed Su Xiaoxiao!
Su Yuniang was not one of the women in the village who did not dare to travel far. She also yearned for the world outside. She only hated herself for not being a man. Otherwise, she would have ventured out long ago.
