But whether it was Sister Sun or Big Head Sun, they still called him Big Wa, so Zhou Yian called him that in his heart as well.
She looked up and saw that it was quite close and had a slight smell. Zhou Yian immediately felt that her elder sister might not pay attention to hygiene. She should at least urge the child to take a bath. But when she thought about it, the weather was not that hot now, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
"Sister, what are you cooking?" Big Boy started to ask curiously. He had noticed a long time ago that among the restaurants next door to his house, this one was the most extravagant. Not only did they eat in the cafeteria every day, but now they were finally going to cook at home and they even dared to cook meat. He thought to himself, "This smells pretty good."
"Cooking." Zhou Yian always liked to look into people's eyes when answering, which made him seem more sincere. But when he looked again, oh my god, his face was pitch black. He might not dare to take a shower because it was cold at this time and he was afraid of catching a cold, but he should at least wash his face.
"My sister's food is still the best," said the eldest boy after taking a look and sniffing, his eyes sparkling.
"Your family shouldn't be bad either," Zhou Yian quickly turned his head, thinking that sometimes it's okay to be insincere towards insincere people. "After all, we are all members of the glorious working class."
She really thought so. After all, even though her eldest sister had three children, all of them were boys, saving money might be a little difficult, but it wouldn't be so bad that they couldn't afford to eat.
"It's my mother's fault for being incompetent. It's all because of her that she can't be a worker. That's why I can't eat meat every day." Big Boy suddenly said with a little anger.
Zhou Yian was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that Da Wa would have such a strong resentment towards her mother. She observed the situation in the past few days. Although his mother always cooked mediocre food, she always let her husband and children eat first, and then ate the leftovers herself.
Despite his mother's love for him, in Da Wa's words, it was not as good as his father who scolded him every day.
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