"Did you also just take the small portion of the house, and give the large portion to your second uncle?" Qian drank her soup without raising her head.
Jia Xiufang felt guilty and worried her daughter would get angry, "Qian'er, how did you know?"
"With your big-hearted nature, it would be strange if you didn't do so. Forget it, less is less. If my grandpa were alive, he'd probably have done the same. As long as we made them uncomfortable, I'm satisfied."
"Well, your second uncle's family has so many people, and your two cousins aren't married yet. I and your first uncle can spare them a bit, and our family needs to add some money to get a bigger one."
"Fine, do as you wish." Qian knew her mom would do this, which is why she didn't stay; she was afraid she'd lose control.
Even if it's just tomato and egg stir-fry without eggs for Jia Xiufang, that taste is home.
To bring her big-hearted mom to this point, Qian was satisfied.
