Zhao Xiaojuan's words went unheard by Zhaodi.
At that moment, she couldn't stop replaying the smug look Jiang Mianmian gave her earlier. She shoved her hand into her mouth and bit down hard.
"Jiang Mianmian, what are you so proud of? Aren't you also trying to flatter our aunt? Who's better than whom? Let's just see who can outdo the other."
Jiang Changhe saw his wife ask several times without any response from Zhaodi and got annoyed as well: "Wife, go to sleep and leave her be. This child is getting more unruly as she grows."
Zhao Xiaojuan looked worriedly at the bulging quilt on Zhaodi's side, sighed, and lay down too.
Apart from Zhaodi, no one dwelled on yesterday's small incident. Early the next morning, before the sun got too harsh, the Jiang family members were already out working in the fields.
When they came back for lunch, Jiang Changfeng looked at the kids, who were sweating profusely and sunburned, and felt quite sorry for them.
