Yun Zhiyi always thought she was the fake young mistress who had taken another's place. After the real one returned, she held back in every way.
Only after being thrown into the mass grav...
He also instructed Steward Zhou to prepare for the worst and hire more freelancers to help him with the purchases in the future.
In the Cloud Pavilion restaurant, Fu Ziyu looked at Yun Zhiyi, who had finally stopped to rest, and couldn't help but ask her the same question.
"Sister Yun, how can you be so sure those people are all one family?"
He stared at it for a long time, genuinely curious.
When Yun Zhiyi handed out the lots, she pointed out that the Yu family was not the only one exceeding the quota.
Judging from the surprised and astonished looks on those people's faces, she was clearly right.
But how exactly did she recognize her?
It would be one thing if someone who often comes to buy groceries with you was recognized.
But some of them were sent in disguise later, and she pointed that out as well, which is quite surprising and puzzling.
Yun Zhiyi wiped the cinnabar that had accidentally gotten on her fingers with a handkerchief, and smiled, "It's a secret."
As she spoke, she grabbed a handful of caramelized melon seeds and handed them to him, saying, "You've been sitting here for half a day, aren't you bored?"
Fu Ziyu took the melon seeds, and imitated her by holding them in one hand and putting them in his mouth with the other, taking a gentle bite.
He had never eaten this kind of snack before, and when he tried to bite it horizontally, he couldn't get it through in one go.
However, the sweet aroma of caramel and sunflower seeds mixed together instantly tantalized my taste buds.
With a little force, he bit the sunflower seed in half.
Yun Zhiyi chuckled, "You should bite it vertically like this, without using too much force."
Fu Ziyu blushed with embarrassment, responded softly, and then took another bite.
This time it was easy to bite open, but the kernels didn't come out and fell right off my clothes when I took them out to look at them.
Yun Zhiyi laughed again.
Seeing the child's face turn as red as a tomato in embarrassment, I gently pinched it with my fingers.
"Hands out."
Fu Ziyu obediently reached out his hand, and a plump brown melon seed fell from his palm.