The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

Shen Mingzhu’s heart nearly melted into a puddle, "Alright, alright, I’ll take you."

Pei Ziheng shook his little head, "No need, I don’t want to be a bother or a burden to Mom."

"Not an option, you must go. Without you there cheering me on, I won’t even know how to answer the questions."

"Alright then, I’ll go with you."

Looking at her son’s reluctantly agreeable expression, Shen Mingzhu lightly snorted and ruffled his little head, "Eat your meal, you little green tea."

Pei Ziheng’s little face was puzzled, and he candidly asked, "Mom, what does green tea mean?"

"It means adorable."

Pei Ziheng had a sudden realization, "Then you’re a big green tea, Mom."

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Well said, but don’t say it again next time.