Zhao's mother left, and Jiang Xinjie passed a few channels, eventually stopping on a cultural program.
She didn't really feel like watching, but the music was lively at least.
Zhao's mother brought over a fruit plate, "Miss, what would you like for lunch?"
"Anything, I don't have an appetite."
Jiang Xinjie was unsettled internally, she couldn't possibly eat anything.
"Alright, then I will prepare some light food for you."
Zhao's mother places the fruit plate on the coffee table and heads to the kitchen.
Jiang Xinjie picked up a fork and took a bite out of a piece of dragon fruit, it was very sweet.
She moved to fork another piece when she spotted an eyeball staring at her from the fruit plate. Startled, she knocked the plate off the table in panic.
A loud crash rang out, drawing Zhao's mother back out from the kitchen, "What happened? What's wrong?"
"There was an eyeball in the fruit plate!"
