"Is there really no one who wants to beat you to death? You're so irritating every day."
Of course there are, Pei Dong said he wanted to beat her to death yesterday.
Lu Zhenzhen nudged her, "Hurry up and pick some fruit yourself, I'll go and cut it."
"You're going to cut it?"
Nan Jiaojiao's eyelids trembled, "No need, there are so many people at home."
"I'm happy to serve you, isn't that alright?"
Lu Zhenzhen picked out a few things herself, put them in a fruit bowl, and took them back to the kitchen.
Nan Jiaojiao couldn't fathom why she picked a bunch of grapes to cut or how she would cut them.
But she didn't dare to question it, so she stood up and followed her in.
Mother Lu was tasting soup and fed a spoonful to Lu Zhenzhen, asking her to help taste for saltiness. Seeing Nan Jiaojiao, she waved happily, "Jiaojiao, come and taste too."
