Xue Han wasn't stupid; she simply didn't want to think badly of her little friend. Her heart was swaying back and forth.
Zhulan stood up and went to the kitchen. There were two pancakes left from the morning, but no vegetables. Looking at the meager scraps of meat, and feeling little generosity, she, both in the books and in the original body's memory, had never thought highly of the Wang family. So, she took out a corn pancake.
Xue Han was a bit puzzled. "Mom?"
Zhulan took her daughter's hand, "Mom will go with you to deliver it."
Xue Han opened her mouth but ultimately didn't make a sound. Doubts arose in her mind, and although she felt an unpleasant taste in her heart, she wanted to go have a look.
