Mrs. Lu thought her youngest son was sulking because he only got second place, so she began to lecture him with an educational tone: "Huanhuan, what's wrong with being the runner-up? Without green leaves, how can there be red flowers? Without setbacks, how can there be progress? Having a goal ahead is like having a mountain to climb. You should work harder, with more determination."
Her speech left everyone who knew the situation nearby feeling utterly amused and helpless. Lu Huan couldn't possibly tell his mother about Peng Fang's matter, so he could only nod begrudgingly and reply, "Yes, yes, thank you for your guidance."
"Come over here and cheer up. I know you like ice cream cake, so I had your godmother order one for you." Mrs. Lu pulled her youngest son over to the table to cut the celebratory cake.
