Zhao Guangran sulkily followed Gong Ruini into the kitchen to get busy.
"Ni Zi, you're really putting your brother through the wringer today."
Putting him through the wringer? Hmph, "What about when you had no qualms selling me out?" People shouldn't be given too much face.
Gong Ruini was also reflecting on why Zhao Guangran was so thick-skinned, thinking that perhaps it was because she had been too diligent lately, often cooking up desserts, which made Zhao Guangran feel like she was easygoing.
"I'm thinking I might need to stop being so diligent." What she really couldn't admit was how she felt reluctant seeing so much ripe fruit in her space.
Although the fruit in her space wouldn't spoil or age if left unpicked on the tree, Gong Ruini felt it wasteful to leave them there whenever she saw the trees full of fruit.
Picking them would let the trees bear fruit again, but there was just no way to consume so much fruit, so she could only use them up gradually when making desserts.
