"Mother, I'll get the sausages!"
Since Xiaoguo was going to take the rice herself, Zhuang Zhuang had nothing on his hands now. He spotted the sausages hanging on the wall and wanted to get them down.
But Xiaoguo had placed them too high—Zhuang Zhuang could not reach the sausages even when he was standing on a stool.
He looked helplessly at Xiaoguo, requesting for help.
"Let me do it."
Upon receiving Zhuang Zhuang's call for help, Xiaoguo walked to the wall with a knife and cut off two pieces of the non-spicy sausages.
When Zhuang Zhuang saw Xiaoguo walking over, he jumped down and brought the stool back to the stove.
Xiaoguo knew that Zhuang Zhuang liked to watch her cook, so she let him hang around her. Zhuang Zhuang carried the stool and stood in front of the table to watch Xiaoguo wash and cut the sausages.
