Song Cailian placed a plate of washed apples on the dining table and cheerfully asked, "Xuanxuan, would you like Grandma to peel an apple for you?"
"Sure... Thank you, Grandma..."
Xuanxuan knelt on the chair with her little skinny legs, pulled the fruit plate from the table, looked left and right, and then chose the biggest apple to hand to her grandma beside her, sweetly saying, "Grandma, peel this one first! It's the biggest..."
"Alright, let's listen to Xuanxuan..."
Song Cailian's lips curled with a loving smile, she reached out to take it and began peeling the apple slice by slice.
The apple she peeled had a thin, continuous skin, and she used a little knife to remove the thin core inside.
Xuanxuan supported her elbows on the dining table, holding her chin and waiting eagerly, impatiently asking, "Grandma, is it ready yet?"
"You little gourmand, you can't wait anymore, huh..." Song Cailian laughed and sped up her hand movements.
