"Godmother, the little sister is here."
Zhou Jiao stood up, holding a little girl in each hand, inconspicuously observing Qi Kejiu, and smilingly said, "Why are you still calling her little sister?"
Yi Tangtang gave a soft smile, "We're the same age, I'm just over a month older than her."
"Is it Little Jiu?"
Qi Kejiu slightly bowed, "Hello, Aunt Zhou."
"Oh, so well-mannered, come, let's sit and talk." Zhou Jiao smiled knowingly at this, then quickly asked Aunt Chen who came in to make some food for the children.
Yes, make, not just prepare some food.
Looking at this girl, skinny as a bag of bones, who even knows the etiquette of greeting, it's likely her appetite is limited, better to make a bowl of noodles.
Her own May 1st was right, children without parents are the most pitiful. Especially orphans relying on others, her concerns won't be few.
Beside her, Liu Yi tugged at May 1st, "Mom, you chat, we'll go upstairs first."
