Because she had a beautiful dream, Zhou Siyu was in a particularly good mood the next day.
Shen Jianhua noticed Zhou Siyu smiling early in the morning, now calling out to her uncle and aunt, then to her sister, and he couldn’t help feeling a burst of gratification.
The child really understood how things worked and bore no grudges.
As the saying goes, a harmonious household leads to prosperity in all things. If Mianmian were like Siyu as well, his worries would be greatly reduced. Fortunately, Mianmian was also willing to learn dressmaking; surely her future would be prosperous. Read full story at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
After returning to their room the previous night, Zhou Lanfang had an argument with Shen Jianhua, so upset that she hardly slept all night. She got up later than usual in the morning, which is why she simply boiled some sweet potato porridge and steamed four sweet potatoes for breakfast.
At mealtime, Zhou Siyu began to show particular warmth towards Shen Mianmian, sharing half of her sweet potato with her, "Sis, eat more, you’re so thin you’re all skin and bones."
"How much can she eat at that size? Keep it for yourself," Zhou Lanfang disapproved of Zhou Siyu giving her food to Shen Mianmian.
Zhou Siyu said coquettishly.
"Then give it to your uncle," Zhou Lanfang handed the sweet potato to Shen Jianhua, placing it in his bowl.
"Give it to Mianmian to eat!" How could Shen Jianhua, as a father, bring himself to take food from his daughters? He put the sweet potato back in Shen Mianmian’s bowl.
Seeing the extra half piece of sweet potato in her bowl, a glimmer of a smile flashed in Shen Mianmian’s eyes. She silently picked it up and started eating. She was growing and indeed needed to eat more.
Being overweight or underweight didn’t matter much, but height, that was something you had to take advantage of now or you’d lose the chance to make it up later.
Zhou Lanfang glared at Shen Mianmian, wishing she could snatch the sweet potato from her hand.
After the meal, Zhou Siyu, wanting to show off in front of Shen Jianhua, helped clear the table. When she brought the dishes to the kitchen, Zhou Lanfang couldn’t help but scold her.
"You’re still growing, you need to eat more, don’t give it all to that little bastard."
Waiting to go to school, Zhou Siyu didn’t have time to explain much and could only appease her, "I know, Aunt."
"You’re just too kind-hearted," Zhou Lanfang chastised with a bit of fondness and secretly pulled out two eggs from her pocket, placing them in Zhou Siyu’s hand, "Quick, put them in your pocket, and don’t let that little bastard see them."
Zhou Siyu’s eyes lit up, and she quickly pocketed the eggs. Eggs were a delicacy, not something most families would eat unless it was a holiday or special occasion.
Zhou Lanfang used to secretly cook eggs for her too, but only one at a time, maybe once or twice a month. Giving two this time was because she felt sorry for Zhou Siyu, who had been wronged the previous evening.
By the time Zhou Siyu came out of the kitchen, Shen Mianmian had already left. She hurried to catch up, pushing her bicycle, "Sis, why didn’t you wait for me?"
"Why should I wait for you? You’re not giving me a ride," Shen Mianmian said, using the most indifferent tone to recount Zhou Siyu’s past behavior.
Zhou Siyu smiled servilely, "Wasn’t there a misunderstanding between us before?"
Shen Mianmian snorted coldly and did not reply.
After a bit of internal struggle, Zhou Siyu bit the bullet and pulled an egg out of her pocket, "Sis, for you."
Shen Mianmian knew that Zhou Lanfang would give Zhou Siyu eggs to eat and that Zhou Lanfang always cooked them when Shen Jianhua was not at home, never hiding it from Shen Mianmian.
This time, to cook them while Shen Jianhua was home probably meant she felt pity for Zhou Siyu, who had suffered the night before.
Now that Zhou Siyu was giving the eggs to her, it seemed she was really making a sacrifice.
Shen Mianmian couldn’t help but admire Zhou Siyu a bit.