"Aunt, you just like to bully me."
"Don't just joke around; hurry up and eat, and after we're done, let's go to the living room to chat." Old Mrs. Wen said while serving food to Wen Xin: "Xiao Xin, eat more, look how thin you are."
Li Niangying laughed: "Xiao Xin, what mom means by 'just right' is looking like I do now, 163 cm tall and 69 kg, so you better be mentally prepared."
"Women look prettier with a fuller figure, you all just don't understand this. Otherwise, back in the day..." The old lady's voice suddenly choked up.
"Mom, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Wen Xin put down her chopsticks and hugged her mother, crying inconsolably. Since returning, everyone had always been avoiding this matter, but eventually, it was inevitable that the conversation would turn to this.
