Even though he was mumbling, when he saw there weren't enough dishes, he immediately went to cook a few more for them.
And although the brothers hadn't been drinking, they were still sitting at the dining table, chatting about current events and politics, their voices getting louder and louder.
Jiaojiao listened to their cheerful laughter. Even though their voices were so loud they drowned out the TV, she still felt happy, enjoying these days of gathering together.
She picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table in front of her and glanced at the brothers still chatting over there. She wanted to peel some fruit for them to eat. Halfway through peeling, someone sat down beside her: "Jiaojiao, why are you peeling so much fruit?"
"Auntie." Jiaojiao called out, pointing to the brothers behind her who were still chatting and laughing, "It's for the brothers to eat."
