It was just that Kingsley was occasionally strict.
"Mm." Jeanne ate the pork rib and chewed it.
It was oily but not greasy. It was delicious.
"Your mother also liked to eat pork ribs," Kingsley suddenly said.
Jeanne paused.
Her memory of her mom had become somewhat blurry.
She only knew that her mom was amazing.
Her mom was good at everything.
She did not care about what Jeanne did. There was even a time when Jeanne did not want to go to school. Her mom said that she could do anything she wanted.
Her mom would always pat her little head and tell her, "Jeannie, as long as I'm here, you can do anything you want, and I'll always have your back!"
Jeanne always felt that her mom was different from other moms.
Other moms always forced their children to learn this and that, but her mom only let her play.
