Mrs. Han suppressed the corners of her mouth that were unwillingly curving upwards and gave her eldest son a meaningful look, "You go eat first! Xiao Yu has me here."
Han Mingyue nodded, "Mom, Xiao Yu hasn't eaten yet either!"
"Got it! Cover the meal after you dish it out! Don't let it get cold," Mrs. Han said while supporting Zhen Yu and walking outside.
As soon as they were out of the room and away from others, Mrs. Han suddenly leaned in close to Zhen Yu and asked, "Tell Auntie the truth, why were you really crying?"
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"?" Wasn't this question glossed over just now? Why is she asking again?
Though grumbling inwardly, Zhen Yu still truthfully answered: "Well... just a headache, it made me cry."
"Sigh... Xiao Yu, Auntie knows you're kind-hearted, but you can't take everything upon yourself! You used to cry easily, but since starting junior high I've never seen you cry! Didn't it hurt when you got that cut last time? But you didn't cry!"
