The ball watched as the wonton fell in, blushing and unable to say a word.

Yingying also looks at the wonton in the bowl, and Lu Xiaolai on the other side also looks at the bowl. Gu canzhao is the only one, enjoying his wonton slowly.

The neighbors around are talking and laughing loudly, but the small dining table is in a strange atmosphere.

Just under the gaze of Lu Xiaolai and the ball, Yingying picked up the spoon, scooped up the wonton and stuffed it into her mouth.

Qiu Qiu bit her lip with a red cheek and watched Yingying feed the wonton into her mouth. She stared at her without blinking, as if Yingying had done something amazing.

Lu Xiaolai smiles like an aunt, turns his head to his side and whispers to Gu canzhao.

After eating wonton, Yingying looks at the ball strangely: "Why are you looking at me like this? I haven't seen it before

The ball faltered: "you... You don't mean... Say..."

"What did I say?"

"You... You say... Don't eat my wonton, go to your grandmother to get new..."

"But this wonton has fallen into my bowl. It's mine. What's wrong with my wonton?"

"What I give you is from my bowl. It's from me..."

"But in my bowl! I eat wonton in my own bowl

"But... But..."

"Oh, but what is it? It's all made by my grandmother. My grandfather cooked wonton. What's the difference?"

As soon as the ball was hit, it nodded and said, "yes... You're right."

"What's the point so clear?"

The ball nodded knowingly: "yes, yes! It's all the same

Yingying sits on the bench and shakes her feet. She picks up the soymilk beside the bowl to drink. The ball also turned back and continued to eat his wonton.

The two of them, there's no sign of last night's quarrel.

Lu Xiaolai put down his heart, pulled Gu canzhao's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "do you want a share of soy milk?"

"No Gu finished the last wonton, put down his spoon and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"Are you so full? Really not? "

"I'm full. Help me pack a small wonton and a rice ball

"Good."

Lu Xiaolai gets up and goes to the dining table to pack. Gu canzhao gets up and walks behind them.

Yingying bit the sucking mouth of soymilk and craned her neck to watch them walk away.

A small voice came from the side: "do you like to see handsome guys so much..."

"Cough, cough!" Yingying was choked by soymilk and coughed fiercely.

But the ball when she is guilty, sullen turned his head.

Yingying took her breath and retorted: "no, I'm looking at where my little sister and big brother are going, although my big brother is very handsome and pretty."

"Then you said it wasn't..."

"You are also very good-looking, that is, when the stinky ball is angry, it's not cute at all!"

The ball's white face suddenly turned red again. He lowered his head and stirred the remaining soup in the bowl with a spoon. His head was almost down to the bowl.

On the other side of the dining table, Lu Xiaolai packed the dumplings and rice balls. Gu canzhao took the packed breakfast in one hand and Lu Xiaolai in the other hand, walking out along the way he came.

They walked down the street to a small parking lot near the road.

There was a black car parked. A driver in a black suit and sunglasses stood by the car, wiping the sweat on his forehead from time to time.

Seeing them coming, the driver immediately turned to them and nodded hello.