"Wow, it smells so good, Mom, give me a couple of sips first." Zhaodi couldn't control the cravings in his stomach and moved closer to Zhao Xiaojuan, asking for some.
Just as Zhao Xiaojuan was about to scoop a spoonful, before even handing it to Zhaodi, Jiang Changhe intervened, "This pig's trotter soup is for helping you produce more milk, Zhaodi, still a young kid, doesn't need to boost his health with pig's trotter soup."
Hearing what he said, Zhao Xiaojuan lowered her hand again, thinking that her husband was right, priority should now be given to their younger son.
She soothed Zhaodi, "Be a good boy, Zhaodi, and Mom will give you two fruit candies tomorrow."
"Oh." Zhaodi, not getting any soup, sulked a bit and unhappily went to get a piece of fruit candy and stuffed it into his mouth.
She always felt that since the arrival of her younger brother, her parents didn't love her as much as before.
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