At this moment, Mo Tingshen also found the millet he planned to use to make porridge, glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, and sat down opposite her with ease.
"Then we're benefitting from you, Jiaojiao. You probably can't finish it, we'll help you."
"Okay." Nan Jiaojiao responded obediently.
She never called them "brother"; it just wouldn't come out. She always felt that if she didn't get it just right, she'd sound like a clucking hen.
But they truly treated her like a little sister. When Bo Yanching wasn't around, they behaved appropriately. Mo Tingshen even helped roast meat, cutting it into small pieces and placing it into Nan Jiaojiao's bowl with tongs.
He said, "Take what you want to eat yourself," but his hands didn't stop, and his own bowl was cleaner than his face.
Yaen Chi rummaged through Han Che's things and found several cups of milk tea, each cup a different flavor. He asked Nan Jiaojiao which one she wanted, and after she chose, the rest were for them.
