"Does your mom have little dried fish in the fridge? Does the little one want to eat?" Zhao Xinlan didn't expect the little critter to be one that Lu Han picked up. That kid, Lu Han, really has a big heart.
Tang Su shook her head, "No need, it's still too small. Just give it some cat food and some dried meat for snacks. Dried fish has bones that might get stuck in its throat; we can wait until it's bigger to try those."
"Ah, you're so thoughtful. You have the potential to be a great mom. Good, I'll be waiting for my adopted grandchild to be born."
Her mother didn't even pressure her to get married, yet her adoptive mother was already rushing her for a child—Tang Su's eyes widened in shock.
Immediately after, Tang Su hurriedly changed the subject, "Godmother, go rinse off the foam and come eat breakfast. After breakfast, I'll take you out for a drive."
"Okay, then help me bring out the breakfast. Today, I want to be the queen for a day."
