Mrs. Fu looked at the malted milk and thought it was fine.
"Alright."
"Then I’m off to work." Fu Mingxue pushed her bicycle out the door.
Just then, someone saw her come out and immediately crowded around her.
"Qin Tuan’s wife, what did you do to this bicycle? I saw you yesterday, and it looked like you didn’t even have to pedal."
The one asking was Sister-in-law Liu, who lived nearby.
She was incredibly curious. It was just so novel—and her family happened to have a bicycle too, so she wanted to do the same thing to it.
So, she had been keeping an eye on Qin Tuan’s courtyard since early in the morning.
Fu Mingxue looked at her. "It’s been modified. It’s a new product from the factory. Sorry, I have to get to work."
She didn’t interact much with the people in the family compound.
But that group who had come to her house to cause trouble earlier—they had left her with no desire to befriend anyone here.
Of course, she also didn’t have the time to socialize with the army wives in the family compound.
"Hey—" ’How could she just leave?’
Sister-in-law Liu was stunned, not expecting her to just get on her bike and leave.
She hadn’t even had a chance to ask if she could get one installed for herself.
After a moment of thought, she immediately went home—and pulled out a bag of brown sugar she had been saving.
She took the bag of brown sugar to Fu Mingxue’s front door and yelled into the courtyard, "Auntie, are you home?"
Mrs. Fu was watching the two children eat.
She heard someone outside. ’Were they calling for her?’
She said to the two little ones, "Darlings, you eat by yourselves for a bit. Grandma is going to go see who’s outside. Now, don’t you go poking your eyes with the spoons—"
Ever since her son-in-law asked her not to spoon-feed the two children,
she had thought about it and decided to let them eat on their own.

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