The shop assistant asked the aunt next door to look around the store, and then she followed the two Zaizai to their stall with a bucket of milk tea.
"Well, I'm really sorry. Thank you for the fruit. I made some milk tea. It may be an ingredient for you to make fruit. Please accept it."
When Ji Yucheng saw it, he smiled and waved his hand: "No, no, it's not easy for a girl like you to open a milk tea shop by yourself."
It is because he has suffered hardships that others have not endured that he can understand that it is actually not easy for everyone.
The clerk shook her head: "This is not my store, this is my aunt's store. I'm just helping to take care of it. My aunt owns more than one milk tea shop, so it doesn't matter. I heard she will be here at noon today.
Then I will introduce her to come here to buy fruit."
After hearing this, Ji Yucheng nodded and accepted her milk tea: "Okay, that's really helpful. Thank you."
The shop assistant waved her hand flattered: "No need to be so polite, then I will go back to the store first."
After saying that, the clerk girl left.
Ji Yucheng looked at the extra material in his hand and touched the heads of the two little Zaizai with satisfaction.
"Well done, you can go and have a rest."
Little Fubao smiled, returned to the steps, and rested obediently.
Ji Xiaoheng turned his head and glanced at Xiao Fubao, and for the first time he took the initiative to ask Ji Yucheng: "Dad, can you fish out the fruit for a bowl of milk tea?"
Ji Yucheng glanced at the sweaty little Fubao and instantly understood what Ji Xiaoheng meant.
I didn't expect this brat to be quite attentive.
Not bad.
Inherited the fine tradition of your father and me.
"good."
Ji Yucheng took a small disposable bowl, filled it with a bowl of milk tea and fruit, and inserted two spoons on it.
"Be careful when serving it."
Ji Xiaoheng carefully took the fruit bag and walked towards Little Fubao.
Taking advantage of the fact that he was fine now, Ji Yucheng smiled and bumped Sang Mizhou's arm with his elbow: "Our family Duole seems to like your little Fubao very much. I think we can be in-laws, what do you think?"
Sang Mizhou glanced sideways at him and ignored him.
Who wants to be your in-laws?
How old is my little Zaizai? Are you starting to have ideas about her now?
I disagree! I firmly disagree! My little boy is not allowed to fall in love unless he is over 25 years old!
In the past few days, he gradually forgot that this little Zaizai was not his family after all, and he would send her back after the variety show was over.
I don’t know if the two of them could easily separate at that time.
[Hahahaha! Sang Mizhou’s expression is so real! It’s really like the expression of a daughter-controlling father who protects his daughter and doesn’t want his daughter to get married!]
[Is Mr. Ji really going to take action against Xiao Fubao? He has reserved his daughter-in-law’s place in advance, and it will be just around the corner to marry into a rich family! 】
[Our Sang Mizhou family is not bad at all, let alone one of the top students. The money he earned in those years alone is more than ordinary people can earn in a lifetime. 】
Ji Xiaoheng sat next to little Fubao with a bag of fruit.
Little Fubao turned around and saw the bowl of fruit in his hand. Then his eyes lit up and he said "Wow": "Brother Duole, where did you get the milk tea and fruit?"
Sure enough, just a small bowl of milk tea and fruit had completely captured Xiao Fubao's attention.