"Ta ta ta."
A series of hurried footsteps were heard, and just as the yellow-faced woman put down the needle and looked up, Tao Ran came in with an enamel jar.
As if he was holding a precious treasure, Tao Ran carefully placed the jar on the cabinet beside the bed before he finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Just now, she had been holding it in for fear that she would feel heartache if she spilled it out. This was a dessert made by Yuan Zhou, the kind that had a price but no supply. Even if she wanted to eat it, she had to wait. Therefore, she would definitely cherish it very much.
"Mom, why are you embroidering again? didn't you promise me to rest more?" she asked. In the blink of an eye, Tao Ran saw an embroidered picture that the woman had placed at the side. Because it was very long, he couldn't see what was embroidered with just a glance.
