"I believe."
Lu Jingzhi: "...Let me finish."
Xin Zili adopted a posture of attentive listening.
He might not believe it, but the fruit jam was made by her family - at least, that's what Jiang Wunian thought.
However, the reality was—"You might not believe it, but I know this piece of fruit in this bowl."
Jiang Wunian: "..."
His second sister did have some unconventional thoughts.
Xin Zili: "..."
Surprise was there, but more importantly, excitement, "Is this jam made by you? Are you building an ice cellar to store and sell it? Ice drinks, ice drinks... brilliant! I thought it was already a delicacy when added to water or spread onto pastries, but if we add some ice..."
It would be such a delightful thing to eat in the summertime.
Lu Jingzhi proudly lifted her chin, "Not just these, my sister can make even more delicious things, even better than fruit jam, like cakes, milk tea, silky ice, nuts, yogurt, brown sugar taro balls..."
