Zhao Meimei sat next to Xu Xu at the table, both rubbing their bellies, they were stuffed.
Xu Xu's nose had stopped bleeding, Liu Xiue helped him wash his face and hands, and changed the tissue twice with care.
Xu Xu felt itchy and dry in his nostrils, but didn't dare to scratch, so he just endured it. When it became unbearable, he wrinkled his nose.
Xu Xu played at Zhao Meimei's home until after two in the afternoon. Liu Xiue specially packed him pig trotters, and accompanied by the two children, went downstairs and let Zhao Dazhuang personally send Xu Xu back home.
That evening, Zhao Dazhuang lay in bed and sighed to Liu Xiue: "Today, when I sent Xu Xu home, I met his mom."
Liu Xiue: "Really? What kind of person is she?"
Zhao Dazhuang: "Xu Xu is so young, she must be in her thirties, right? When I saw her today, I thought she looked even older than my big sister, all dark and thin, their life seems pretty hard."
