"Qianqian, ah~ try this. We spent two hours making it, and I haven't even had the heart to try it myself. The first sip is for you. See how much I care about you."
Qianqian was so touched that she leaned over and opened her mouth to drink.
Just as Nan Jiaojiao was about to succeed, a pair of hands suddenly reached out and took the spoon and bowl away.
"Don't grab it, there's plenty more,"
Nan Jiaojiao pointed to the glass jar.
More than half a jar, and its color was just slightly lighter than ink.
Who knows what variety of orange it was; maybe a genetic mutation caused that color.
"I'm not grabbing. Let's finish eating first, and then I'll take that jar back for Qingshan; he likes it."
"But there are so many people here. I was thinking of sharing it with everyone."
Nan Jiaojiao's hands moved faster than her brain, and she immediately put the lid on, feeling the joy of finally finding a buyer for something unsellable for years.
