Xiaoqiang deeply understood his mother's essence from last night's celebration banquet, everywhere pursuing good fortune. He prepared fried dough sticks and two fried eggs in the shape of 100, and gave Mrs. Yu simple porridge and side dishes. This unique score of 100 was for Qian.
"He even put a red checkmark-shaped shirt on my chair..."
Qian was too tired to retort; Xiaoqiang's current style was really a match for her menopausal mom.
"It's quite nice. It means today's going to be smooth sailing. Wear it."
Qian wanted to say that wearing red would inadvertently draw everyone's attention to her. People are animals, and animals instinctively focus on bright-colored objects. A large red T-shirt would make her look bulky.
Mrs. Yu firmly supported Minglang's "feat," so Qian resignedly put it on.
But the shirt didn't attract attention because Qian missed her presentation.
After breakfast, the driver took Mrs. Yu and Qian to the broadcast hall.
