Emerging from the kitchen, Lin Xiaoguai saw Jiang Xiaomei holding an apple, tremblingly peeling it with uneven thickness in the skin, the exposed flesh forming a strange polyhedral shape.
"Alright, let me do it." She couldn't help but laugh as she took the apple from her hand.
Jiang Xiaomei was efficient in every household chore but always struggled with peeling fruits. She used to complain about her fingers being too thick and not agile enough. Yet now, even though her fingers had slimmed down, the problem still persisted.
"You've given us a good laugh, with fruits like apples and pears that need peeling, Xiaomei always struggles," Mrs. Jiang apologized to Mrs. Yi.
Mrs. Yi slightly frowned, but seeing Jiang Xiaomei skillfully pour a cup of tea for Lin Xiaoguai, her expression quickly relaxed. "It's fine, everyone has their weaknesses. Our Dongxia still can't wash socks clean."
"Mom!" Yi Dongxia was somewhat annoyed to have her shortcomings revealed in front of so many people.
