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Hehe, this 23-year-old milk cow, Guan Xiaohui, is overthinking.
Why would Lin Zhenghui pick a big zucchini for her to eat?
He simply took the zucchini Xuewei had eaten early this morning and brought it over.
If he thought Xuewei could swallow it, then this milk cow, Guan Xiaohui, should be able to eat it, right?
Whatever, just take it over to her and let her try it out.
After all, this one is the smallest.
There are no cucumbers left in the warehouse, only a few smooth, purple-red eggplants.
"Here, eat this, watching you eat should be enough."
Lin Zhenghui handed the eggplant to Guan Xiaohui, then carelessly lay back on the net bed, watching her with watery eyes.
"Do you really want to eat it?" Guan Xiaohui asked with a wicked smile, holding the eggplant and looking back at Lin Zhenghui.
"Up to you. I just see it drooling, probably hungry. The cucumbers were sold out yesterday, leaving only eggplants," Lin Zhenghui said nonchalantly.
