Qiaoqiao looked down at his own shoes… old, with a little mud and melted snow stuck on them.
Then he glanced at his brother's shoes across from him—so clean!
He tried his best to mimic how his sister usually acted, calmly nodding: "Alright—it's just that my shoes are bad, not that I'm bad at working."
Lun Chuan almost burst into laughter.
"Yes." He said firmly: "It's the shoes' fault, so I'll move stuff instead."
He handed over the scarf: "Then could you please wrap up this watermelon for me?"
Qiaoqiao suddenly had a new job and was brimming with confidence: "Sure! I'm great at wrapping watermelons."
Meanwhile, Lun Chuan stared at the two cracked watermelons still left in the box on the ground, catching a faint whiff of sweetness in the chilly air and sighing slightly with regret.
