"Mom, Mom, look... aren't these little flowers beautiful? I'm giving them to my beautiful mom... Do you like them, Mom?" With big, sparkling eyes full of joy, Yang Qingwen asked, her chubby little face beaming with a wide smile as she hopped from the ridge into the field, holding a handful of tiny wildflowers in her chubby little hands, white with yellow, small and fuzzy. She presented them to Wang Pandi like a treasure.
Wang Pandi, who was watering the newly planted radishes and mustard greens in the field, looked up and smiled at her adorable daughter dressed in a red jacket and wearing a little bear fleece hat, "Thank you, sweetie, I really like them."
Wang Pandi took the small wildflowers from Yang Qingwen's hand and placed them in the nearby bamboo basket, planning to put them in a vase on the window sill once they got home. There weren't many flowers in winter, and since her daughter had picked them, she might as well use them to add some color and value to their small home.
