This silly child.
Qiao Ran's heart tightened with sorrow, and she lifted her hand to embrace Qiao An.
Qiao An froze, not understanding what was going on with Qiao Ran. She forced a weak smile. "Mom, what's wrong? Wasn't that funny?"
"Qiaoqiao..."
"Mom, did you bring me some soup? Let me guess what kind of soup it is today—goji berry pigeon soup with lily bulbs? Or caterpillar fungus and American ginseng mushroom soup?"
Qiao An quickly changed the subject, let go of her, and sat on the sofa.
Qiao Ran composed herself and walked over with a smile. "You're just like a little puppy with a sharp nose. I made pigeon soup for you."
"Haha... I knew it."
Qiao An opened the insulated food container and poured herself a bowl. "I need to finish this before Little Nuomi gets back, or she'll fight me for it again."
Seeing how anxious she looked, Qiao Ran shook her head helplessly with a laugh. "Save some for Little Nuomi and Mengmeng. Do you think you can finish it all by yourself?"
