"Xiaojing's mom made your favorite meatballs. Come home for dinner."
"If you won't help out with the chores, at least don't give me a hard time. If it weren't for the Lan Family's arrangement, I really would have given you away."
Yan Zao had once doubted whether she was adopted.
She almost went to have a paternity test done secretly.
If she wasn't their biological child, she would leave immediately, even if it meant begging on the streets rather than staying in this family.
Having grown used to the cold shoulder, Xu Meihong's enthusiasm made Yan Zao uncomfortable, and she coldly pushed her hand away, "I was just passing by because I had something to do."
She looked like she had no intention of stepping inside.
Xu Meihong felt a slight disappointment.
Then, she piled on a smile again, "Come back more often from now on, and tell mom what you want to eat."
She tried to take Yan Zao's hand again but Yan Zao avoided it.
Yan Zao shook her head, "No need, I've already eaten."
