Feng Qingxue looked at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "Milk candy? Four yuan per jin or was it five? My son's milk powder costs only about three yuan per bag, where would I find the leisure money to buy milk candy? Having hard candy to eat is good enough."
Did she really think Feng Qingxue couldn't see through Xiu Qinghe's little schemes?
Seeing through them without pointing them out was only because she had been busy taking care of her children and recuperating lately, too lazy to bother with such pettiness. Now that she'd recovered seventy to eighty percent, with the rest needing a gradual approach, she naturally had the energy to bicker with others.
Xiu Qinghe hurriedly waved her hands, earnestly explaining: "Sister-in-law, I didn't mean it like that. It's just that you used to give Ma Rui milk candy, and seeing hard candy today seemed a bit odd, that's all. I didn't mean anything else, really, don't overthink it, sister-in-law."
