Qin Feng had eaten another skewer of sugar-coated hawthorns and was still eyeing the basket.
Li Junping wouldn't let her have any more, no matter what, "Your dad and your brother haven't even had any yet. These two skewers are for them to save for when they come back tonight."
"Playing favorites." Qin Feng, who was eighteen, had a notable trait—she was lazy and had a serious sweet tooth; she could barely move her legs once she saw food. "Can I have a few sugar snowballs then?"
"Go ahead! Go ahead! All you know is eating. I wonder how you'll ever find a husband!" Li Junping said harshly, but she still handed a few to her.
Qin Feng went off to the side to eat, and Li Junping turned her attention to An Hao.
"Qin Jian, what do you think of the An family's girl?"
"What do you mean, 'what do I think'?" Qin Jian glanced at her, "Stop worrying about it. The girl's still very young!"
