The mother and daughter chatted leisurely, discussing how to make work pants, gesturing as they talked. Until Ping'an woke up, Zhou Jiao fed her son and then looked at her watch — it was almost time to eat, and she looked at her mother with concern.
"Mom, are you hungry? Didn't you buy some snacks? Have a little first. Do you want to eat meals with me in the future? There are so many people in the main room, and you're not used to it. I'll talk to Mom about it later."
Lin Lishan shook her head, "It's only a few days, just like this. See how your mother-in-law arranges it. I guess she'll let me eat with you in the room. If you mention it, there might be a misunderstanding, and that wouldn't be good."
