Little Bear stuck out a hand as he sat beside his mother with red eyes. "Mother, where's my red packet?"
Stunned, Mu Yangling said, "The red packets will only be distributed tomorrow."
Little Bear pouted and said, "Then remember to pack more money into the red packet."
Mu Yangling was surprised. Little Bear had never valued money. When she gave him red packets, he would immediately stuff them into her arms, asking her to help him keep them. He never looked at how much money was inside. This was the first time he had taken the initiative to ask her to give him more money in the red packet.
Mu Yangling coughed lightly and asked, "Are you very short of money now?"
Little Bear nodded solemnly and emphasized, "Very, very much so."
Qi Haoran, who was sitting at the side, looked up at him and interrupted the mother and son. "Little Bear, bring the mutton in. We'll have hotpot tonight."
