"I originally planned to wait for Qingsui's arrival before giving it to her, but I really can't wait now, I want to give it to her now."
The child's youthful impatience, unable to wait for too long, eagerly looking at it bit by bit.
Zhuang Qingning understood Zhang Qiuying's thoughts, took the kerchief, carefully folded it and put it in her bosom, "Don't worry, I will definitely give it to her when I return, saying that it is a gift you carefully prepared for her."
"How has the shop been doing these past few days?" Zhuang Qingning asked Mrs. Cao.
"Everything is fine," Mrs. Cao replied smiling, "It's just that these century eggs are really in short supply."