Xia Weiyi heard this and couldn't help but feel a little sad. She nodded in agreement right away.
Tong Ruoxin originally wanted to cook a meal, a simple homemade dish, for her daughter.
But with so many servants at home, how could Xia Weiyi allow Tong Ruoxin to cook? Besides, she just got out of the hospital, didn't she?
Tong Ruoxin was hesitating when Little Xixi came running down with a fairy tale book in her arms.
"Grandma, tell Xixi a story, tell a story."
Tong Ruoxin picked up Little Xixi. The little one was plump and quite heavy, making Tong Ruoxin's arms numb, but she enjoyed it nonetheless.
However, when Tong Ruoxin got to the part about the chick and the hen, Little Xixi blinked her big eyes and became a curious little baby.
