At this moment, in Lin Xiaotian's room, she is lying sideways on the bed, watching the baby play in the crib.
Suddenly she hears footsteps, and when she turns her head, Lin Xiaotian sees her mother coming in holding a glass jar of pickled bamboo shoots. Seeing the color of the bamboo shoots, Lin Xiaotian is stunned.
She feels like what she has been waiting for has arrived.
Mother Lin doesn't notice her daughter's expression. She walks over with the jar of bamboo shoots, smiling: "Xiao Tian, didn't you say you wanted to eat pickled bamboo shoots before? The ones Mom made for you yesterday didn't taste good, and the ones I bought for you weren't right either, you didn't like them. Today the housekeeper went to buy you some more, Mom just tried them, they're very tasty, do you want to try?"
Lin Xiaotian's gaze remains fixed on the jar of bamboo shoots, then she stiffly nods: "Sure."
