"Chenchen, why do I feel like you've lost weight?" Tang Yue noticed that Chenchen's round face seemed to have become a bit sharper.
"Mom, I've grown taller."
Chenchen spooned rice into her mouth one after another; the past few days she felt like her hands and feet were not her own, but thinking of her brother saying: He'll protect Mom so she can rest, protecting Mom is his job.
Chenchen was not convinced. Even though she was a girl, she could still protect Mom just the same.
So during training, Chenchen put all her strength into it, wanting to be just like Zaozao.
The consequence was that Chenchen was sore all over, but her brother Zaozao didn't say he was in pain at all, so naturally, Chenchen bore it with grievance.
"You've gotten taller, but also slimmer." Tang Yue ladled a bowl of stewed chicken soup into Chenchen's bowl, watching her eat heartily, and said with concern: "Chenchen, what have you been doing at the company?"
