Han Jing glanced at the row of sugar paintings on the table and asked curiously, "If you do the math, isn't there one left?"
Xiao Xue quickly reached out her chubby little hand to pack the sugar paintings into the oil paper bag given by the vendor, finishing up and shaking her little head, "It's Mother who is bad at arithmetic, that's why there's none left!"
She definitely wouldn't tell Mother that the extra one is meant for her father!
Everyone looked at her protective eating look and couldn't help but laugh.
Qin Shutong looked at the adorable Xiao Xue and asked warmly, "Does Xiao Xue really like eating sugar? Uncle has all kinds of sugar at home, would Xiao Xue be willing to go back with me?"
Xiao Xue was stunned for a moment, her round eyes stared at Uncle Qin for a while before shaking her head, "I can't go."
Qin Shutong asked curiously, "Oh? Why not? Doesn't Xiao Xue like sugar very much?"
