Fu Mingxue said with a smile, "Then you can put the two kids in the cargo bed and take them out."
Hearing this, Mrs. Fu didn’t even want to talk to her anymore.
’Putting the kids in the back cargo bed? That’s not okay at all! What if someone snatches them?’
’And besides, isn’t it dangerous for little kids to sit in the back like that?’
’What if they fall out?’
After parking the tricycle, Mrs. Fu said, "A tricycle this nice-looking and practical... I bet a lot of people will be asking to borrow it in the future."
Fu Mingxue wasn’t concerned. "Then we just won’t lend it out. If we don’t lend it to anyone, they’ll naturally stop coming over to ask."
Mrs. Fu shot her a sidelong glance. "Easy for you to say. The tricycle is sitting right here at home. If someone asks to borrow it, can I really refuse? Forget everyone else, what about the people we’re on good terms with? How can I say no to them?"
Fu Mingxue said, "How long have you even been here? How many people are you really on good terms with? Besides, just tell them it cost over two hundred yuan. Would they still have the nerve to ask?"
"It’s like a bicycle. Who would lend that out to people every day? Do they have no shame?"
Mrs. Fu thought about it and realized she had a point.
’It’s true, not every family has a bicycle. And those who don’t have one wouldn’t go around borrowing one every single day, even if they wanted to.’
’After all, these things are very expensive.’
"Alright, let’s not get hung up on this. Have you guys eaten dinner yet? Are there any leftovers? I’m starving."
The moment Mrs. Fu heard her daughter hadn’t eaten, her attention shifted completely. "You haven’t eaten? I’ll go make you a bowl of noodles."
"Okay. Please make a big bowl, I’m really starving. I’m going to take a shower first." She was covered in the smell of paint and needed to wash up before she could even think about eating.
As she entered the main room, she saw the two little ones sitting in their own special chairs.
They were overjoyed to see her come in.
Qin Keke, in particular, stretched out her little arms, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "Mama, hold me..."
Fu Mingxue wanted to hold her badly, but the smell clinging to her was too strong.
"Be a good girl, Keke. Mama’s going to take a shower first, then I’ll come hold you."
She pointed to her clothes. "Dirty!"



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