"Sister, is the bok choy ready yet?"
"No, let it grow a bit more."
"Sister, is the bok choy ready yet?"
"No, let it grow a bit more."
"Sister, why isn't the bok choy ready yet?"
"Because Qiaoqiao has asked three times today."
Song Tan felt tired.
"Mom! Look at you! Why did you have to tell him early?"
Now Qiaoqiao was like waiting for the stars and the moon, eagerly looking forward to visiting the amusement park; he was simply too much to handle.
Wu Lan, carrying a basket brimming with tea leaves, felt guilty but pretended not to hear, "Oh my, this tea! So good!"
Only Seventh Uncle had a trick, "Come, come, come, Qiaoqiao, you've been learning knowledge during this time, and I surely can't let my cooking skills slip!"
"I haven't, I haven't!"
Qiaoqiao became anxious.
He now valued all his learning achievements, afraid that any shortfall would affect his plans to go to the amusement park.
"I've been studying seriously every day."
