Yaoyao didn't expect herself to say this so calmly.
She tilted her head.
"But it's different."
"No matter how refined a chef's cooking is, that's what it should be. But the snacks outside the school are given with special intent. The thoughtfulness is all in that steaming hot piece of glutinous rice cake you lift the lid for."
No one taught her how to be a wife or a mother, Ning Suxuan frowned.
Thinking this was nonsense.
Yaoyao: "Actually, it's not really about missing that bite of food."
She said this to Ning Suxuan.
"It's just that when a classmate picks it up and says, 'My mom gave me this,' Heir Wei can also pull out a paper-wrapped snack from his sleeve and say he has one too."
Ning Suxuan was slightly stunned.
When the clothes were sent over, Yaoyao followed the maid to change, and she had no intention of leaving, continuing to sit beside Ning Suxuan.
"Madam."
