Feng Qingxue was pondering whether to grab a meal at the Jiang Family or solve it at the canteen when she saw Xibao coming.
"Mom, sister-in-law asked me to call you to come home for dinner."
Xibao was already half a head taller than his mother. Feng Qingxue had to look up to talk to him. The reason being, the original body's nutrition was poor in childhood. At eighteen, she was only 1.56 meters, short and thin. It was Feng Qingxue who, after crossing over, made efforts to supplement nutrition, and before her height was set, grew six or seven centimeters. Now she's only 1.62 meters, luckily, when making clothes, they were made a size larger.
Xibao looked down at the envious expression on his mother's face and her gesture comparing heights. After a moment of thought, he understood and couldn't help but laugh, "Mom, if you eat more at lunch, you'll grow taller."
Feng Qingxue slapped his arm, "Do you think I'm a child? Growing any taller at my age would be a joke!"
