Chapter 357: Chapter 357: Words on Paper
Jinxiu Garden, Block B, Building 8, Floor 18
Little Treasure had fallen asleep on the sofa, while Big Treasure hopped off and tiptoed into the room. Holding the piece of paper with the address on it, Big Treasure walked into Mommy’s room and stealthily slipped it into Mommy’s makeup bag before returning to the sofa.
Big Treasure looked up at the grandfather clock on the wall, pursing his lips slightly, convinced that Mommy must have forgotten about both of the kids. It was almost two o’clock and she still wasn’t back yet, and they were so hungry.
Just as Big Treasure was considering whether or not to raid the fridge for food, the door suddenly opened. A familiar figure stepped inside.
Big Treasure immediately called out, "Mommy~"
"Oh, I’m sorry, Mommy was held up with something today. Are you hungry? I’ll go make you something to eat right now."
"Starving."
"Sorry, my dear, how about Mommy makes you noodles with soybean paste? Is that okay?"
Big Treasure’s eyes lit up; Mommy’s noodles with soybean paste were the best, especially the tomato soybean paste noodles.
"Mommy, I want tomato soybean paste noodles."
"Alright."
Fifteen minutes later, a steaming bowl of noodles with soybean paste was placed in front of Big Treasure, who drooled with anticipation. However, he had to wait because Mommy had woken up Little Treasure, who was now off to wash up; they had to wait for Little Treasure before they could eat.
After finishing the noodles, both Big Treasure and Little Treasure looked contented, "Mommy, your noodles are so delicious."
Xiao Qing lovingly stroked their heads, "When Mommy has free time, I’ll cook for you often, okay?"
"Okay."
"Alright, it’s nap time now. Do you want to go back to your rooms to rest or stay here and watch TV?"
Big Treasure: "Mommy, Little Treasure has already slept a lot, she can watch TV, and I will go sleep."
Little Treasure wasn’t having it. She had only slept longer earlier because she was too hungry to stay awake. Now, with the sun so bright outside, she really wanted to lie down on the cool bed for a nap too.
Hearing that, Big Treasure gave her a sidelong glance, "Pig!"
"Big Treasure! You shouldn’t talk to your sister like that. If Little Treasure is a pig, then you must be Pig Big Brother."
Little Treasure nodded in agreement, "Then Mommy must be Pig Mommy."
Xiao Qing: "..."
In the end, Big Treasure reluctantly took Little Treasure back to their room.
Xiao Qing washed the dishes and cutlery, then went back to her room to take a bath.
It was indeed hot. She had been sweating just from walking back from the garage, the sticky discomfort really unpleasant.
Sitting at the dressing table, she looked at her unadorned reflection in the mirror, a look of melancholy on her face.
Her face wasn’t ugly; with big eyes, a high nose, and cherry lips, why couldn’t she encounter someone for a whirlwind romance like the heroines in dramas do?
Alright, even if she had a pair of dragon-phoenix twins, that shouldn’t matter too much, right?
Xiao Qing sighed at her reflection in the mirror, one sigh after another, before finally opening her makeup bag resignedly and starting her skincare routine.
But why was there a piece of paper in her makeup bag?
She was silent for a moment, then took out the paper and set it aside to start applying essence. Catching sight of writing on the paper from the corner of her eye, she set down what she was holding and picked it up for a closer look. It was an address.
At first, she thought it was her own address, but upon seeing that it was in Area E, her eyes narrowed.
This was neither Xiao Anze’s handwriting nor Big Treasure’s or Little Treasure’s, so who wrote it?
After pondering for a while, Xiao Qing spread out the paper, intending to see if there was anything else written on it but became intrigued by the handwriting she saw.
It was a brief letter!
The writing was vigorous and energetic, with a touch of unruliness between the characters.
Xiao Qing’s interest was piqued, as she always believed that one’s handwriting reflected their personality, truly a case of ’the style is the man.’