"What's wrong?" Ye Muyu looked at her and rubbed Ziluo's face. "Are you sad that your friend is leaving?"
"Yes, Brother Zhongjin is very smart. Previously, I wanted to take care of him. I didn't expect Brother Zhongjin to teach me a lot of knowledge that I didn't know in school."
"So I want to ask Brother Zhongjin when he's leaving. I don't know when we'll meet again. I want to give him a gift." Chu Ziluo said as she counted her fingers, "Mother, Do you think I should give him the ink that I made myself? Or the grapefruit tea that I made myself? Or a Zhuge Lock?"
"As long as you sincerely prepare it, as a friend, Zhongjin will feel your sincerity. He won't care what it is." Ye Muyu's expression was calm as she taught her daughter seriously.
Chu Ziluo was smart and thoughtful. She immediately understood what she meant. "Mother, I know. I'll give the stamp I carved last time to Brother Zhongjin."
