"You don't have to worry. I can see that Aunt Su Wen loves you very much now." Su Xiaoya was jealous.
"Then you have to put in a good word for me in the future."
"Sure, but you have to invite me to your house for a meal," Xiaoya mischievously took the opportunity to make a request. She hardly ever had enough to eat in the evenings. The porridge her stepmother cooked was so watery it could be used as a mirror, and she never got to eat any of the steamed buns her stepmother made.
Su Xiaoya was hungry.
Little Sister Su thought about it and agreed. "But you have to come to my house for lunch tomorrow afternoon. Come with me later. I'll get you some Sachima. Big Sister bought it from the county town."
"Really? Is Sachima the one you said was especially delicious yesterday? What does it look like?"
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