Boss Chang, with a look of grievance, was leaning on the push rod, not sure whether to give up or keep going. His expression couldn't be more complex and variable.
But Qiaoqiao didn't feel there was anything wrong at all—the world certainly has people who were born to love toil, and Teacher Xin Jun said we must respect others' hobbies, and he respected them very much!
As for now...
He pulled out three shiny and plump chestnuts from his pocket, which, because they were not yet ripe, had a tiny white spot at the little tassel end if you looked closely.
"Come on! Uncle, one for each of you! They're so tasty!"
"It's just that the skin is old now, hard to peel."
The skin between the flesh and the shell of the tender chestnuts was soft and tender, with a slightly thick texture, easily torn with a gentle lift.
