"Mom, what about mine? How come my sister gets one and I don't? I want one too." Wang Jia Bao looked at the towels in his two sisters' hands, feeling jealous. How could there be such different treatment?
"You're a boy, what's with the fuss? Go away..." Liu Yulan waved her hand dismissively at him, then turned to Zhou Fengjuan and Aunt Zhou sitting beside her, "Cousin, thank you for today. Aunt Zhou, please have some tea."
Just as everyone was leaving, Zhou Fengjuan and Aunt Zhou stayed behind to help move the sewing machine into the house.
Wang Miaomiao, being quick-witted, immediately invited them to sit and poured them some tea.
Aunt Zhou looked at the clever little girl in front of her with affection, already imagining which nice young man would be a good match for her, to possibly set them up in the future.
