Looking at Qiao Dami's dark and shiny eyes, Qiao Xiaomai smiled slightly and said, "Dami, mother said she went out to work, but in reality, she wanted to escape. Grandma always scolds her behind her back. She doesn't want to stay in the village right now, so she went out to work."
"When Grandma no longer dares to cause trouble in our house, we can bring mother back, okay?"
"Is that so..." Disappointment flashed across Qiao Dami's face.
However, recalling the ferocious image of Mrs. Sun beating Zhuang Lühe last year, he heavily nodded his small head, "OK!"
"Good boy, go and cook some soybean residue for the chicks. If you are hungry, eat a piece of pastry." Qiao Xiaomai was satisfied and gently rubbed his head.
All the food that was placed on the table earlier was thrown onto the floor by Mrs. Sun, along with the broken bowls. They hardly ate at lunch, so dessert was their only choice.
Qiao Dami gave another affirmative response and ran into the kitchen.
