"It may sound like I'm singing my own praises, but my Xiaomai truly has a heart of gold. She isn't one to speak sweetly or smoothly, and she may not say the most charming things, but if someone treats her well, she'll definitely keep it in her heart and think of ways to repay the kindness later on, never being ungrateful or disloyal—that's the kind of child that gives you peace of mind. Otherwise, if you come across those with a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs, like raising a rat in a rice jar, wouldn't that just exasperate someone to death? Mr. Song, don't you agree?"
Song Jingxi forced a dry laugh twice and was just about to change the subject when he heard Hua Xiaomai's voice come from behind him.
"Let's eat, Mr. Song. Sorry for the lack of care, but I hope you won't disdain us for it."
As she spoke, she placed a clay pot in the center of the table.
Song Jingxi, curious, leaned forward to look, and his smile immediately froze on his lips.
