Ms. Qian was taken aback and remained silent for a long time.
Manbao threw herself into her arms, raised her little head, and gazed at her with bright, sparkling eyes, "I also want Fifth Brother to go buy meat to come back, so when it's chopped up, it can be cooked into a soup for Third Brother, and it would be perfect to eat with steamed buns."
Anxiously worried, Ms. Qian couldn't help but laugh, stroking her little head, "If you really do that, it might be better to just take out the money to help your Third Brother with his service. Eating meat every day and then needing another pair of hands to cook, not to mention the expense, just one person in the same service complaining would create dissent. It would isolate your Third Brother, and the loss wouldn't be worth the gain."
But how could Ms. Qian not feel distressed about her own son?