"She’s coming for an hour? To have dinner?"
"Is it because we didn’t go back, so she’s coming here?" Mia Lane felt a bit anxious inside, "Actually, according to etiquette, we should go back. She had people send the clothes over, which clearly shows she’s not holding grudges against ."
"Weren’t you planning to go back today?" Justin Kingston glanced at her, "So don’t feel guilty anymore. Whether she cos or not, let’s all have dinner together and have a good chat."
"Then I’ll cook tonight," Mia Lane said. "Your mom quite likes my homade dishes. Turn right up ahead to the supermarket to buy so ingredients."
"Okay."
Actually, they were planning to go back today, just hadn’t had the chance to tell Kristina Kingston.
Erald Cove.
In the evening, the courtyard was graced with stunning beauty from the sunset, its rays shining on the lush lawn and gilding the villa with a golden edge.
In the spacious and bright living room, Kristina Kingston sat on the sofa, with Dolly standing behind her barefoot, holding a small comb, braiding grandma’s hair.
Gigi held up the mirror in front of her, "Grandma, look, is it beautiful?"
Kristina Kingston was amused by her own hairstyle, "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, but you must undo it quickly. When Daddy and Mommy co back, won’t they laugh their heads off? Grandma is too old for this hairstyle."
"Not at all, my grandma is the most beautiful!" Dolly’s nimble fingers continued working busily.
"No, no, no." Kristina Kingston turned and embraced the adorable little Dolly, speaking many sweet words until the little girl finally agreed to undo the braid.
Despite loving children dearly, she should maintain the image of an elder in front of her son and daughter-in-law.
At a large shopping mall, in the children’s toy section, a myriad of goods were displayed.
Anton Miller wore a baseball cap, deliberately wrapping himself up tightly.
"These are all educational toys here, sir," the saleswoman introduced, "The second piece is all half price."
"Your so-called educational toys are pretty much silly for my two nephews," Anton Miller said bluntly, then walked away to look at the next aisle.
The Barbie dolls are quite realistic, the noodle maker clay set seems a bit childish, the dance mat is okay too, not sure if the kids would like the toy household set, the heart-shaped smoke bubble machine is also nice, the little cars are not attractive...
In Anton Miller’s eyes, none of these et his standards.
"Sir, what exactly are you trying to pick?" The saleswoman was puzzled, having followed him through the entire section, "Tell your requirents, and I’ll assist you with recomndations."
"I don’t know either," Anton Miller looked around, utterly confused. "The kids aren’t mine, and I’ve never dealt with children. I just know they’re very smart."
"For a friend’s kids, right?" the saleswoman smiled. "Just pick a couple of things; as long as the gifts are given, the gesture counts."
Anton Miller furrowed his brows, stopped, and turned his eyes, "What are you saying? Not helping pick out properly and just glossing it over here, huh? These two kids may not be mine, but they’re as good as mine! Can’t slack off even a bit!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," the saleswoman realized she misspoke, quickly apologized, "Are they boys or girls?"
"Twins," Anton Miller said, "First ti giving them gifts, can’t be too low-end!"
"Then... how about this magnetic ball set? Although it’s a bit pricey, it’s a limited edition, definitely not low-end," the saleswoman introduced. "This toy not only develops intelligence but also keeps kids quiet."
The saleswoman handed him the magnetic ball set.
"Why didn’t you say that earlier?"
"It’s a limited edition; ordinary people can’t afford it."
"I’ll take it!" Anton Miller was drawn to those three words: limited edition.
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