An Hao raised her brows, glanced at the chopsticks in Luo Qianqian's hand, and reached toward He Wenyu: "Sister Shiliu, I want chopsticks too."
He Wenyu froze, looked at An Hao's fork, a bit puzzled: "What's wrong? The fork isn't easy to use?"
"I'm a grown-up now, I'm not going to be like the little kids." She finished and glanced at Tantan, who was struggling to stab a fish ball with her fork.
Tantan stared at the fish ball on her fork, pouting in grievance. What did she do wrong again?
She thought for a moment, then viciously bit down on the fish ball, and stretched her hand out to He Wenyu…
"Yeah yeah yeah, chopsticks, right? Here." He Wenyu silently handed over the chopsticks, looked at the two little brats who both weren't good at using them, rolled her eyes, and after a long while glanced speechlessly at Luo Qianqian: "Do you want a fork?"
