In the room, Chu Qingzhi sat on a chair, twirling a writing brush in her hand, deep in thought.
Shuang'er flew over, landing on the desk, and gently pecked Chu Qingzhi's arm, "What are you thinking about…?"
Chu Qingzhi snapped back to reality, looking at Shuang'er, "I'm thinking about what new products to launch for the New Year."
Shuang'er, developing into a little foodie, chirped, "Tasty things, just tasty things…"
Chu Qingzhi laughed, "You're not picky, are you?"
Shuang'er rubbed its head against Chu Qingzhi's arm, "Everything you make is tasty, everything you make is tasty…"
Pleased by Shuang'er, Chu Qingzhi took out three small caterpillars from a tiny jar and fed them to it, "Here, eat up."
Satisfied, Shuang'er devoured the caterpillars, "Thank you, thank you…"
Chu Qingzhi watched Shuang'er affectionately, "You're like a treasure."
