Ye Hua saw that his son's chin was covered in crumbs.
With a pained heart, she took out a handkerchief to wipe her son's mouth.
Fang Peizhong snorted angrily and twisted his body to avoid his real mother's hand.
He finished chewing, jumped off the kang, and went straight outside.
Ye Hua sighed, and Liu Hongmei hurriedly tried to comfort her.
"Auntie, Peizhong just has a child's temperament, that's just how he is. Don't be angry with him. We're about to start working, and he's worried about wasting time. How about this, you go to my dorm room to rest a bit.
We'll entertain you when we come back to work in the afternoon. Mother and son never hold grudges overnight, sit down and have a good talk, there's always a way."
Ye Hua lay down in Liu Hongmei's room.
Liu Hongmei sorted out Fang Peizhong's open luggage, put it in his cabinet, and hurriedly went off to work in the field.
