"Hello, aunt Tong." Wu Hai also moved closer. His eyes and expression were totally like that of a Husky.
"Little shadow, have you learned how to wash your own clothes? have you been eating well?" When aunt Tong saw Wu Hai, she also felt very kind.
"I was busy with my painting and didn't have time. Jiawei took care of it. He brings me washed clothes every week." Wu Hai answered.
Compared to Zheng Jiawei, Zhou Xi was really lacking.
There were already three cold dishes on the table in the courtyard. They were all made of tofu-tofu with scallions, tofu with preserved egg, and cold tofu. The ingredients were all tofu, and they were all cold, but the flavors were different. The plate presentation was also very pleasing to the eye.
However, aunt Tong and Yin ya were busy chatting, which meant that most of Wu Hai's eyes were fixed on the dishes.
