Jiang Ning: "Tongtong, ask Dongdong to add some more strawberries."
Mr. Qian complimented again.
Jiang Ningle chuckled.
At this moment, Xue Chuchu came out of the house holding apples. She didn't use a plate but held the apples with her scallion-white jade-like hands, pinching two in her right hand and placing them in front of Jiang Ning.
"Alright, eat up." Xue Chuchu said softly.
Jiang Ning gazed at the peeled apples. They were just ordinary apples, yet suddenly his heart warmed.
He was a left-behind child. From childhood to adulthood, he had to do everything himself—cleaning the room, washing clothes, cooking. To say it nicely, he was self-reliant, but in truth, he had no other choice because there was no one to care for him.
At that time, it's impossible to say he didn't envy peers living under their parents' wings.
Growing up, Jiang Ning always felt a part missing in his soul, shadowing him for many years.
