"Later, we'll prepare a big iron pot for stewing meat, and you can open for business right away!"
"Mom, little brother is in his first year of high school now. Your roujiamo is so delicious, you could set up a stall at the county high school entrance and take care of him."
...
Zhang Guifang stared blankly at the brand new tricycle in front of her, then looked at her daughter beside her.
Scalding tears uncontrollably welled up and flowed down.
"Mom, why are you crying? Try the bike first."
Qian Lele looked at her crying mother, her own eyes reddened too, but she still smiled and gave her a big hug.
Her clear eyes sparkled with dreams for the future.
In her heart, she'd already drawn a beautifully clear picture.
Mom tending to this warm little stall, Dad feeling better physically, helping out nearby.
And she, in Yan City, studying hard, earning money...
Life is sure to get better bit by bit.
