Xiao Xue’s eyes lit up at the ntion of delicious food, and hearing her beloved grandmother would be coming over, she almost flew with joy. She loved her grandmother the most!
Xiao Xue imdiately clenched her little fists and, imitating an adult’s seriousness, said, "Mother, tomorrow Xiao Xue will give it her all, and will not... will not disappoint everyone!"
Is that how it’s supposed to be said?
"Pfft," Han Jing was amused by her deanor and tapped her forehead, saying, "Alright, alright, Xiao Xue is the best and most amazing. Tomorrow I’m counting on you!"
Xiao Xue was pleased: "Xiao Xue will protect Mother well!"
Han Jing laughed and fell onto the bed, the mother and daughter both giggling together.
The next morning, Xiao Xue dragged Han Jing out of bed: "Mother, Mother, get up, we should be leaving!"
Han Jing groggily opened her eyes: "It’s still early, what’s the rush?"
"Mother, you can’t sleep anymore! We have serious business to do!" Xiao Xue sternly accused Han Jing, who was still lazing in bed.
Han Jing laughed again: "My little housekeeper!"
Xiao Xue complained: "I’ve already been out and back, but you still haven’t gotten up, Mother. You’re too irresponsible!"
Han Jing yawned: "Then tell , what responsibility should Mother bear?"
Xiao Xue tilted her head: "The responsibility of handling serious business!"
Han Jing stretched lazily and sat up: "Alright, alright, serious business, after it’s done, I’ll get you a chef! I won’t forget!"
This little rascal. Does she not know what’s making her excited?
She seems to have inherited none of my good qualities, just the love of eating!
What if she ends up growing into a ball? Han Jing worriedly glanced at her chubby daughter, suddenly saying, "Xiao Xue, shouldn’t you be losing so weight?"
Xiao Xue stared blankly at her mother for a mont, then reached out and pinched her own chubby cheeks. Soft and round, her eyes twirled. Could it be... she was really fat?
Xiao Xue, sowhat doubtful, turned, jumped off the bed, and ran to the glazed mirror to look. Her round, chubby cheeks, with a finger pressed, left a little dent—was this the rhythm of getting fat?
Xiao Xue quickly ran out, her speed bewildering Han Jing, who was in the process of getting dressed. What was this little lunatic up to? What had triggered her?
Early in the morning, Xiao Xue went around the house dragging both the awake and the not-yet-awake, asking repeatedly: Am I fat?
Finally, after receiving positive answers that she wasn’t fat, she was just cuter now, Xiao Xue returned contentedly.
Han Jing had finished grooming and was ready for breakfast. Seeing Xiao Xue storm back in, she imdiately stood on a chair, hands on her hips, accusing Han Jing boldly: "Mother, you lied to !"
Han Jing looked confused: "I didn’t lie to you! We’ll leave after breakfast, so sit down and eat. I promise, I’ll seriously find you a chef this ti. If you think the chef from Ghost Immortal Town is no good, I’ll have your grandmother and uncle bring two Imperial Chefs. Is that okay? When has Mother ever lied to you?"
Xiao Xue snorted: "I’m not talking about this!"
If her mother dared to lie about such an important matter, she would run away from ho! Hmph!
Han Jing was puzzled: "Then what are you talking about? Running around like a little maniac early in the morning, still not sitting down to eat!"
With a serious face, Xiao Xue glared at Han Jing, and very earnestly, word by word, said, "I—am—not—fat!"
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