"I don't care whether these two kids are boys or girls, whether they're smart or clever, as long as they're healthy, that's enough." Only after becoming a parent did I realize that it's not about them being talented; as long as they're healthy and safe, it's better than anything else.
"You, don't overthink it, the kids will be fine."
As they were talking, Zhao Ziyin sent someone back home to quickly bring out the extremely sour plums she had eaten before. The Mo Family had made a jar, and there's still half left.
After bringing it to the Yu Family, Jian Anning couldn't wait to take out the jar of sour plums and popped one into her mouth.
Before she even made a move, foodie Mo Yangyang smelled the fragrance of the plums, drooling, and squirming desperately out of Jian Anning's arms to eat the plums.
"You little rascal, you can't eat that! It's too sour!"
