"Wow... so both Mommy and Molly don't like eating onions either. Hehe... That's great, now Grandpa, Grandma, and Great-grandfather can't force me to eat onions, because Molly and Mommy are the same!"
Little Molly had no idea about the undercurrents between the adults.
She happily linked arms with Skye Brown, her face beaming like a flower.
Molly Wellington was a picky eater, not fond of such things, while everyone else in the family didn't share this habit, resulting in her being constantly lectured or even forced by the elders at home.
But now, Skye's mother was just like her; they both didn't eat onions.
Little Molly seemed to see a beautiful future ahead, a two-to-one advantage. She and Skye's mother didn't eat onions, so Daddy couldn't force her anymore!
Thinking of this, little Molly felt blissful inside.
No wonder she liked Skye's mother at first sight, almost wanting to take her home; they were such a perfect match in every aspect.
