"Is that so?"
Mrs. Xia heard this and instantly looked at her with some pity.
Seeing her age, just a little over twenty, but such a young girl, saying that being full is enough, it can be imagined how poor her living conditions were before.
Mrs. Xia showed a trace of compassion on her face: "No wonder you're so capable and not afraid of hardship. Turns out, you're a child who has endured hardships."
"Oh? Auntie, you're exaggerating, how am I capable?"
"This isn't capable? Let me tell you, the girls I've seen before never helped their aunts with anything. They were all high and mighty young ladies, always putting on airs."
"Really?"
"Really, would Auntie lie to you?" Mrs. Xia liked this girl more and more, talking to her felt like she was as pure as a child.
A child like this usually isn't bad.
Mrs. Xia was just peeling, suddenly saw her son standing there, and her heart moved, she called him over: "Chuchu, you're back? Come, quickly help mom peel the potatoes."
