Lin Huahua was somewhat flattered. It was true: Mother Tang had never cared about them in the past, but now this basket of white flour and pure white rice felt just like a dream.
Reluctantly, she scooped out a few bowls of flour, preparing to knead the dough.
Tang Youyou went into the room, took the bowl from her, and scooped out more than twice as much flour.
Chapter 24