"Dongbao, you and Xiaojiang, eat quickly. It tastes better while it's hot."
He Ruixue had already eaten a few pieces when they were just baked, and now she felt a little sick of them.
She took a piece of oven-baked fruit and put it into Zhao Meiya's mouth. Her voice was sweeter than the dessert. "Mom, you've worked hard. Eat it."
"Okay, Mom, eat."
Zhao Meiya narrowed her eyes and was about to praise her for being filial when a harsh voice came from outside.
"Oh, sister, your house is really grand. I heard that your daughter got married before, but you didn't even tell us. I guess she's enjoying herself in the city and can't take care of us poor relatives in the countryside?"
As soon as he finished speaking, He Dagen pushed open the gate of the yard, and an elderly couple with three children under the age of eight walked in, constantly turning their necks to look at the layout of the yard.
When they arrived at the living room, they sat down without waiting to be invited. The old woman in the lead was not much different in age from Zhao Meiya, and there was some resemblance between their eyebrows and eyes, except that she was darker and thinner.
She lowered her eyebrows and glanced at him, then said in a flurry, "Oh, there are snacks for the guests. Please take care of them."
As she spoke, she reached out to touch the fruit on the table and ate it without any hesitation, and stuffed it into the mouths and hands of her grandchildren, wishing to empty the plate completely.
He Ruixue was embarrassed and turned around to ask, "Mom, this is..."
Before Zhao Meiya could answer, the old woman interrupted, "You must be He Ruixue, you are so beautiful since you were little. I am your aunt. Have you forgotten that I held you in my arms when you were little? Back then, other children were not as white as you, so I loved holding you."
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