Han Qiao smiled gently when she saw the children running over.
One by one, the children were summoned to the front, tied with colorful ropes, and hung with sachets.
"May you be healthy, safe, and happy in the future."
The children all said the same thing.
She was not biased toward anyone.
Even Heng Yi and Han Qiao said the same thing.
Then, she also received the colorful rope that the children had woven for her.
Sun Xiu and Sun Yi's work were neat, Han Chi and Sun Ke's were alright, and He Cheng's were just a few ropes tied in knots.
"Thank you, I like them very much."
Han Qiao and Heng Yi both received them.
They also put it on their sachets.
Ugly is ugly, but the children's intentions cannot be judged by their looks. There was no better gift in the world.
She had already cooked many pots of sticky rice dumplings.
Han Qiao sent a lot of them to Xishan Village and some to Heng Family Village.