"You go to grandpa's house and give him the vegetable buns, then come back. No matter what they say, just reply that you don't know, understand?"
Liu Sisi instructed with apprehension, reaching out to touch Di Xuan's topknot, but he ducked out of the way.
"I understand."
Di Xuan turned and ran out the door, but Liu Sisi still caught sight of the charcoal residue on his fingertips.
He must have been hiding away practicing writing by himself again, right? It seemed that the child was genuinely at the age to start learning to write! Next time they went to the market, she'd have to buy him some paper and pens.
Picking up the last batch of baby bok choy from Aunt Zhang, Liu Sisi stir-fried a plate of vegetables and then set the cooked dishes on the table.
