For a moment, silence once again fell between the two.
"Baobao."
When Mrs. Yao pushed the door open and peeked her head out to look for her son, Yao Zibao had already regained his composure and looked up at his mother, asking, "Mom, what is it?"
Seeing her son was merely standing in the stairwell to catch a breeze, Mrs. Yao's heart settled down, and she said, "It's nothing. Could you go to the supermarket outside and buy a bottle of soy sauce? We ran out while frying vegetables just now, and I thought I'd ask you to buy some after dinner."
The task of running errands was no longer the older brother's job; it was for this youngest son to do. Yao Zibao nodded at his mother: "I have money on me, I'll go buy it now."
Seeing her son agree, Mrs. Yao closed the door. In her view, it was good for her son to go out and get some fresh air.
