Nan Zhan watched her skilled movements as she worked, the warm sunlight enveloping her body, seeming to brush a layer of gold dust onto her lowered eyelashes, making her already fair skin dazzle even more brightly.
Suddenly, a slender hand appeared in front of her, and then a peach was snatched away by him. He imitated her actions and began to peel the peach, then after peeling, he took out the almond inside and curiously asked her, "Can this be eaten?"
"Yes, it's very fragrant. I'll go smash them open with a hammer later, and we can make Almond Milk with the soy milk maker."
"You can make Almond Milk with just these few?"
"A small cup is enough for Zhengzheng to drink." Jian Si did not notice the man's face suddenly turning cold.
As if he was in a mood, he threw the peach he had just peeled back and left with a huff, saying "boring" as he swaggered away.
