Xue Han did not expect to run into her mother. She had planned to sneak into the kitchen. Despite her seemingly brave disposition, she was afraid of her mother, "Mother."
Alright, that meant she didn't want to talk.
Zhulan touched her daughter's hair, which was so soft, "Did you go to the kitchen to sneak some pastries for the third little one, right?"
Xue Han replied without giving it too much thought, "Pork scraps."
Zhulan chuckled internally, her daughter was aiming higher. Indeed, had she and Zhou Shuren not arrived, the couple would not have fallen ill and gone to town, nor would they have bought meat. Originally, the theft was pastries, but this time she changed it to pork scraps.
Xue Han knew she had unwittingly spoken the truth. Her somewhat chubby little hands covered her mouth. Seeing her mother's expressionless face, she felt scared and tentatively tugged at her mother's sleeve, "Mother, please don't be angry."
