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An Yi didn't want to say anything unnecessary, just as the preschool teachers were arriving too, after An'an ate half of the vegetable dumpling, she sent her over.
Zhang Li, with her head down, mechanically fed her child without knowing what she was thinking about. She didn't disturb her and returned to her desk to prepare for today's class.
At 8 o'clock when the class bell rang, after feeding the little guy half a vegetable dumpling, Zhang Li carried her to the daycare, stayed there for about ten minutes, and returned with an apologetic look.
"I fed him millet porridge before coming, An'an drank a little too."
In fact, the so-called millet porridge was just a bit of millet added to water, even when cooked as refined grain, some chopped wild vegetables were added to make the soup appear less thick, barely counting as millet porridge.
Then, she gulped down half a cup of water from a tea mug and walked over to An Yi, bowing deeply.
