And then our Little Zhuangzhuang hopped eagerly into the driver's car.
Yun Mingrui carefully set his sister in the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, placed a plate of already washed grapes in her hands, and handed her tissues too.
"Big brother, you're so nice." Little Xingxing liked eating grapes.
Yun Mingrui drove, looking at his sister's face brimming with satisfaction, "Eat slowly. Tonight, whatever you want to eat, big brother will cook for you."
Yes, Yun Mingrui could cook as well. Of course, very few people had the privilege of tasting his cooking, aside from his family members. Even outsiders rarely got to enjoy his meals, not even Wang Mingwei.
"I want chicken legs and tomatoes."
Yun Mingrui agreed without hesitation, "Alright, big brother will make it for you."
Then our Little Xingxing ate grapes with a smile that creased her face like crescent moons, occasionally glancing at the scenery outside the car window.
