Yu Hu, wearing that same century-old deep-V black long sleeve, leaned on the sofa watching TV.
Beside him, Er Hu was peeling pistachio shells for Yu Hu.
"Damn... Er Hu even has this function?" Gu Xia was dumbfounded.
She had only known that Er Hu could sing, dance, mop the floor, and wash dishes.
And occasionally have heart-to-heart talks...
Who would have thought that this thing was also adept at shelling nuts?
"You just don't get it, do you? Do you think it's junk after a few hundred years?" Yu Hu laughed.
"You're home early today."
"Of course, otherwise who knows what false accusations you'd come up with about what I'd been doing outside..."
Gu Xia changed her shoes and ran over, then sat down next to Yu Hu.
She opened her mouth directly...
"I want some too."
Yu Hu's face was full of indulgence as he picked up a peeled nut and fed it to Gu Xia.
"What did I do to deserve watching this..." Er Hu complained bitterly.
