An'an followed behind, carrying her younger sister's coat.
The little guy pouted when he saw her, looking like he was about to cry, which was heartbreaking.
"Mom, I dreamt that you disappeared."
Su Jingjing took the coat and put it on her, then chuckled softly upon hearing her words.
“Dreams are always the opposite of reality. Mom won’t go anywhere; she’ll stay with you, your brother, and Dad.”
"Mom cooked something delicious today. Let's go wash up with my brother first."
He patted the two siblings' bottoms and asked An'an to take them to the bathroom.
She only returned to the kitchen to ladle out the millet porridge and let it cool after hearing the sound of running water and the playful noises of her two children coming from the bathroom.
"Mom, I'm done washing up. I'm going to put on some lotion."
The little guy waved his hand and returned to his usual lively self.
"Okay, Mom is coming right away."
Su Jingjing squeezed out a little face cream and gently applied it to their faces and hands.
In winter, hands and face can easily crack if you're not careful.
Does it smell good?
It must be said that products from the 1980s were all-natural, so there was no need to worry about them being harmful to the skin.
Yuanyuan put her hand near her nose, took a deep breath, and exclaimed, "It smells so good!"
An An's expression wasn't so blissful anymore; it felt a little strange for a boy to have a fragrance on him.
"Son, what are you thinking about?"
An'an struggled to squeeze out a sentence, "Mom, I don't want Xiangxiang."
Why don't you...
Before she could finish speaking, Su Jingjing realized that An'an's obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness had escalated again.
"It won't smell as good later, let's have breakfast first."
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