"My foster father is very good to me." Zheng Qiu glanced at Gu en, but he was not angry. He just felt that this might be what this person was like. He explained, " I was already nine years old when I could hold a knife. Many girls and boys in the village were able to pick up small knives and dig wild vegetables in the forest at the age of five or six. That's why I'm fine at that age."
"You're right. When third sister was six years old, she was also responsible for her three meals a day. At that time, second uncle, second aunt, and second sister would let third sister do everything." Gu en added.
"Hehe." Gu Xin laughed and lowered her head to eat.
This fool. Fortunately, her parents and sister were not around.
Lu Zheng looked at Gu en speechlessly. She was done. She was becoming more and more like her uncle.
