He sliced the tomato into perfect, even rings. The juice didn't spill out, and the color was vibrant and enticing.
Zhao Chun thought she wanted to eat the tomato. He carefully placed half of the sliced tomato into a porcelain bowl, sprinkled a little white sugar on top, and said to her gently, "Here, eat this for now. Tomatoes are cold in nature, so eating too much isn't good for the body. That's why I can only give you half."
Such a little glutton.
Tian Sangsang gave the tomato Zhao Chun handed her a faint glance, then pointed at the fresh, green cilantro in a bowl next to the cutting board. Her tone was brimming with excitement: "Who wants the tomato? I want to eat this!"
Zhao Chun was instantly petrified, staring at her disbelievingly for several moments:
"Are you sure, Sangsang? This is cilantro!"
Tian Sangsang, practically drooling, nodded decisively:
"That's right! I want to eat cilantro! It looks so tempting!"
