Seeing his face so dark it was frightening, Sun Lixia repeatedly nodded her head to reassure him, "Okay, okay, I got it, I won't talk about it anymore. Don't be mad, it's not worth harming your health."
In the next room, Jiang Mianmian was ecstatic as she slipped on her new pink cotton-padded jacket, standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself from the left and then the right, utterly charmed.
During this period, as Jiang Changhai often took his wife and children to the state-owned restaurant for a meal or brought home meat buns to indulge in, Jiang Mianmian's little face had grown chubbier, making her look even more lovely and delicate.
As a result, every day when Jiang Changhai saw his daughter, he couldn't help but reach out to pinch her round, tender cheeks.
Seeing Jiang Mianmian preening, he teased with a smile, "Oh my, my little girl is so pretty; who does she look like?"
"Of course, I look like my dad," Jiang Mianmian flattered with full confidence.