As time passed day by day, Zhou Jiao, who stayed at home alone, waited for her mother to bring her three sons back. The household was busier than ever. When she received her salary for the second month, she got a task and was about to go on a business trip.
After work, facing her three sons who ran to the door to greet her, Zhou Jiao found it difficult to speak. The children had just returned with their grandma for a few days, and she was leaving again.
Ping'an held one brother in each hand, his eyes shining as he looked at her, "Mom, did you get paid today? Are you taking us out for a feast tomorrow?"
Tomorrow was the weekend, and since her business trip hadn't started next week, this wish could be fulfilled.
"Let's wait for grandma to come back, we'll go for a meal first, and tomorrow Mom will take you to the park to play!" As for the unpleasant business trip matters, she planned to wait until the weekend was over to bring it up.
"Look at the flowers."
"Pick some fruit."
