Xu Qinghuan sat on a small stool at the door, taking things out one by one, a one-pound chunk of pork belly, a big bone, five pounds of rice and five pounds of flour, fully concentrated, not hearing what Yu Xiaomin was saying.
She seemed to be daydreaming.
Yu Xiaomin and Qiao Xinyu exchanged a glance, both feeling she was acting oddly.
Qiao Xinyu came over and gently tapped her shoulder, Xu Qinghuan jumped in surprise, "What are you doing?"
Qiao Xinyu shrank back her hand in fright, "I should be asking you that, who stole your soul, your Jiang Xingye?"
Xu Qinghuan sighed, "Sisters, to be honest, is being with me quite tiring? In other words, if you guys were men, would you choose to be with me?"
The two of them shook their heads frantically.
Xu Qinghuan didn't say anything else, got up, and went into the room.
Yu Xiaomin and Qiao Xinyu exchanged another glance, both somewhat regretting, why tell the truth, just cheer her up.
