Mrs. Yao, sensing the implicit meaning in her words, laughed and said, "Did my two sons come to find you yesterday? What did they say to you?"
Mimicking Yao Zibao's exasperated tone, Manman pinched her nose and said, "No, how unfair. Godmother, it's not fair of you to make me the scapegoat. Actually, even if I don't investigate these matters for you, you can't be completely in the dark."
"Look at you, acting all cute, and you're still saying you're like a mom," Mrs. Yao pushed her head playfully and said, smiling, "It's just out of necessity. If we don't talk about it, we can't let them save their meal money for what they think are grand endeavors. After all, it's the time for them to grow, how can they not have proper nutrition."
