Hearing Liu Dama going on and on, Xiaocui hurriedly interrupted her, "Mom, why are you saying all this? Mianmian is someone with her own ideas; she has plans of her own in mind."
In Xiaocui's view, it wasn't good for them to interfere in these matters; taking too much control would only make Mianmian feel awkward.
After her daughter's reminder, Liu Dama realized she had said a bit too much and gave an embarrassed laugh, "Mianmian, don't mind me, I just talk too much. It's nothing else."
"Auntie, I understand," Shen Mianmian smiled and said, "Just treat me like you would Xiaocui. Say whatever you want, it's okay."
Hearing these words, Liu Dama instantly broke into a delighted smile. Now, there were three new tile-roofed rooms in their house, all with the help of Shen Mianmian. Without Mianmian, they would still be living in an earthen house.
She was truly grateful to Shen Mianmian from the bottom of her heart.