Observing her peculiar expression, Zhouzhou blinked and turned to look at the "mom" she had carved, quite a resemblance indeed!
"Mom, don't you like it? I think it looks just like you," Zhouzhou remarked.
At Zhouzhou's words, a wry smile tugged at the corner of An Ya’s mouth. She certainly didn't possess such a potent charm!
Swiftly gathering up the wooden carving, An Ya hastily shifted the conversation, "Zhouzhou, I think a cake would be more suitable. It's both edible and fitting for the occasion."
Continuing down this path would certainly affect the mother-daughter relationship today.
Looking up with her small face, Zhouzhou's round eyes gazed at her. Suddenly realizing something, her eyes lit up. With a bound, she pounced into An Ya's arms, her little head burrowing against her.
Thrown off balance by her chubby daughter's sudden move, An Ya found herself seated on the ground.