Morning.
Chuchu finished washing the dishes and rode her electric scooter to school, leaving only Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong at home.
"Mom won't be back until this afternoon," Xue Yuantong anticipated, wondering what gift mom would draw this time.
Upon careful thought, actually, there's nothing the house lacked…
Maybe the fridge was a bit old, the TV a bit small, but for her, it was already enough.
Xue Yuantong hadn't had much exposure to nice things since she was young; her material desires were quite low.
However, if mom could draw some nice things for free, Xue Yuantong would still be very happy.
Jiang Ning moved a lounge chair to rest, with a small wooden table beside her, on which she placed a cup of water and a book.
Xue Yuantong took the opportunity to go out the door while it wasn't too hot and patrolled the territory.
The neighbor's motorcycle roared, and the unruly Uncle Zhang, in a white tank top showing his flabby arms, rode out.
