Gu Xiaoer, who had taken on all the fruit washing duties, didn't really complain. After all, this was her husband's company. Whether she did more or less, it was all for their own family.
She hummed an unknown little song as she worked happily.
Many fruits were quite easy to handle, but the most troublesome were the grapes. They were fragile and not easy to wash, especially those specially supplied to the 188th floor, which required extra care.
Gu Xiaoer meticulously tended to them, occasionally picking up a fallen grape and popping it into her mouth. The special supply tasted better than regular grapes; they didn't require peeling or seeding, and they were especially sweet.
Eating while working, this little girl found joy in her tough situation, and even if she was sweating all over, she was extremely cheerful.
"Gu Xiaoer!"
Just as the girl was about to pop another grape into her mouth, a sharp voice suddenly came from the doorway.