Xunxun didn't quite understand the exchange between the two, seriously focused on peeling the two potatoes Yuran gave him. He quite liked eating potatoes, and being a bit obsessive-compulsive, he had to peel them clean before stopping. After finishing, his little face flushed, he handed them to Yuran, "Grandma, I've finished peeling, take a look."
Yuran took the potatoes, bent down and kissed his forehead, "Oh my, our Xunxun is amazing, these potatoes are peeled so clean, much better than your little aunt."
Xunxun was a bit thrilled, being praised, naturally, he felt good, but he couldn't get arrogant.
He smiled, his bright eyes showing his excitement and happiness.
Bo Nian's voice came with a hint of complaint, "Mom, I can hear you bad-mouthing me from so far away, just how unsatisfied are you with me? Even my little nephew is better than me."
