To prevent Xiang Anning from feeling down, Zhong Lingling quickly comforted her, "It's your first time arranging flowers today, and you've done such a good job! You're already amazing! There will be many opportunities in the future! Mom will teach you again tomorrow!"
As she spoke, Zhong Lingling cradled the flowers Xiang Anning had arranged like a treasure, saying she would put them in her bedroom.
Although the flowers Xiang Anning arranged inattentively were quite ugly, in her mother's eyes, they were more valuable than a Master Level piece of art.
At this moment, Xiang Yimo walked in.
"Dad, I want some porridge to drink, is there any left?" Xiang Anning looked at Xiang Yimo pitifully and said.
Xiang Yimo looked at Xiang Anning suspiciously. "Sweetheart, I saw you ate three bowls this morning, didn't you? You're hungry again already?"
Xiang Yimo was incredulous.
Xiang Anning didn't explain, just nodded pitifully at Xiang Yimo.
