Just as Zhou Jimo was about to say something, the little toffee behind him quickly walked forward, skipping him, and went to help Zhou's mother set up the stall.
She skillfully took out disposable bowls and chopsticks from the car.
One holds the sugar water, the other packs it, and the two of them work together seamlessly, as if they have done it countless times before.
Zhou Jimo: "?"
Obviously that was his position...
Now let alone interfering, he even stood aside and became redundant.
So after there were a little less customers, he took advantage of the break to pack things and forced them to the cart.
"What's going on?"
He is very tall, which makes the little toffee in front of him very petite. If he gets closer, he will give people a sense of oppression.
The tips of Little Toffee's ears were slightly red, but she was embarrassed to ask him to move away.
Zhou Jimo was convinced that she was soft-tempered and deliberately cornered her to force a confession.
really.
There was no need for him to intimidate, Little Milk Sugar explained the cause and effect on his own.
Only then did Zhou Jimo know that this little toffee occasionally came here to look for food after school, and especially liked the various snacks made by Zhou's mother.
Mother Zhou was warm and hospitable, and the two of them became familiar with each other as soon as they visited her.
Gu Ruojiao was also idle when she was idle. When he saw that she was too busy, he helped her.
"Auntie was very busy that day, so I helped out."
Later, because the ingredients were sold out early, Zhou's mother invited Gu Ruojiao to eat fruit at home, and that's when she met Zhou Jimo.
He looked down at the embarrassed little toffee and fell into silence.
I originally wanted to catch evidence that she deliberately approached him, but I didn't expect that I was overthinking it.
Maybe it was because he was too close, and her ears were always red from embarrassment.
Especially the earlobes.
Round and cute, like a pink pearl.
For some reason, a strange picture flashed through his mind, as if he had played with it between his fingers day and night.
And every time she would...
"Woo, Zhou Jimo..."
A tender and soft voice sounded, bringing him back from his thoughts.
Zhou Jimo took a look and realized that his body was rubbing his earlobe with his thumb before he could think.
Little Toffee's face turned red as he rubbed her.
His eyes were slightly confused.
But he retracted his fingers as if nothing had happened.
"Dirty."
"Oh, thank you."
She whispered, her cheeks pink.
He looked at it a few more times before looking away.
"You sit down, I'll clean up."
After saying that, he stepped back a little and went to clean up the disposable dishes and chopsticks left behind by the guests after they left.
An hour later, Zhou Jimo was pushing the car behind, and Zhou's mother was walking home holding Gu Ruojiao's hand.
"Ruoruo, if you don't mind, why don't you stay for dinner tonight?"
After arriving home, Zhou’s mother is going out to buy groceries.
When talking about eating, Gu Ruojiao remembered Zhou Yimo's words.
First, he glanced at Zhou Jimo subconsciously, and then said: "Auntie... the lunch you make every day..."
Zhou Jimo raised his head.
Mother Zhou didn't notice the little moves between them and smiled: "Well, are you still used to eating? Is there anything you don't like to eat?"
Gu Ruojiao: "No, Auntie's cooking is delicious!"
Zhou's mother: "That's good. Auntie will prepare lunch for you every day from now on."
Gu Ruojiao glanced at Zhou Jimo: "This...actually..."
Just as he was about to leave his mouth, he was interrupted by Zhou Jimo.
Zhou Jimo: "It's getting late, you should go back."
Gu Ruojiao was puzzled: "?"
But Zhou Jimo had already picked up her schoolbag.
"Let's go."
Gu Ruojiao immediately said goodbye to Zhou's mother obediently.
The place where Zhou Jimo lives is very remote, in an alley with twists and turns.
There are street lights only every hundred meters here, so it will be very dark at night.
When he was approaching the alley, he suddenly stopped.
