"Hmm," Tang Huai said with a knowing smile, "I don't have any flour at home, otherwise I'd make them for you today."
"I have flour at home," Jing Min said, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Ever since I had your xiaolongbao, I've been craving for it. I bought some flour but I didn't dare to bother you as you've been so busy."
"Silly girl," Tang Huai laughed. "If it's convenient, I'll come over later and make some for you."
"Okay..." Jing Min smiled, her eyes lighting up at the thought of something to eat, but... why did the silly girl's tone sound so much like the way her brothers called her?
It had an air of premature oldness.
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Tang Huai went to the village chief's house after having breakfast.
Standing outside the courtyard, she overheard Jing Xuan's mother and Jing Lao Tai talking within.
