The two boxes looked like they had been around for years; although they were wiped clean, it was apparent they were frequently used, their edges smooth and warm with the traces of time.
At the moment, one of the boxes was open, emitting wisps of steam and a fragrant aroma.
The woman had a kind face. Tang Jin, holding Fei Fei, barely glanced in that direction before her big eyes curved into a smile, and with her sweet baby voice, which made everyone feel at ease, she exclaimed, "Auntie."
"Ah!"
The lady, who had been eagerly watching the little one, immediately responded with delighted surprise.
Today, it was actually quite hot, but she always felt the air conditioning had a peculiar smell, didn't like air conditioning, and instead chose to sit by the door to enjoy the breeze.
This large family, marching from the junction, had drawn attention. She hadn't seen the little one held in her mother's arms until she was put down, taking Little Bun into her embrace.
