Zhang Ma saw the fruit she had cut returned untouched by the lady of the house, her face full of suspicion, "Madam, this... the Young Master and Young Mistress don't like to eat it?"
A bit anxious.
Didn't the Young Mistress say yesterday that she wanted to eat cherries, kiwi, and pineapple?
Early this morning, they had the freshest fruit delivered, could it be that the Young Mistress no longer wanted to eat it?
Mrs. Bo waved her hand, her smile undiminished, "No, no, the young couple hasn't seen each other for several days, right? It's not suitable to disturb them now.
Young people, after all, I'll send it over later."
Sitting by the sofa, Mrs. Bo reminisced with emotion, and Zhang Ma sat on the other side listening to her chatter, "Zhang Ma, do you think this is the unpredictability of life?
If it were two years ago, who would have thought, that good-for-nothing son of mine would get along so well with his darling?
