"What do you want to eat?" Kyung-chi-xia held the child's hand. "There are mangoes, grapes, and cantaloupes and jackfruit at home."
She always can't be serious when dealing with children.
"Grandma, I want to eat mangoes!" Duoduo raised his hands cutely, and his big eyes narrowed into a slit when he smiled.
Zhan Zhan also replied, "Then I will eat mangoes too."
"Okay." Kyung Zhixia let go of the children's hands, she stood up, "Grandma go cut." As she said that, she took a step towards the restaurant.
The fruit-cut plate was originally done by servants, but now she wants to take the opportunity to adjust her mood and state.
Seeing the innocent faces of the children and their smiles, Kyung Zhixia's hard and cold heart will always be a little softer.
Although they were born to Li Mi, they were also children of Jingting.
It is said that the word "next generation" is also present in her.
"Madam, let me do it." The maid followed her.
"No need." Kyochiha picked up two large mangoes, washed the skin, and then cut it in half with a knife.
Just as she was dicing the mango, she didn't know if it was her hand slippery or the knife was too sharp, but she accidentally scratched her index finger with a knife, and the bright red blood quickly oozed out.
She stared at the bright red piece in a daze, and she didn't feel any pain at all.
This is how cuts are, and pain is always late.
"Ah!" the maid on the side was scared and screamed, "Madam! Put down the knife quickly! You have cut it!" He quickly took the mango and knife from her hand, and then took a handkerchief to wipe her hands.
"I'll give you anti-inflammatory medicine!" The maid was very anxious.
Jing Zhixia's eyes were faint, "What's the fuss? Just a little bit of injury." Compared to the injuries on her son's back, it was simply not worth mentioning.
When the children heard the maid's panic, they hurried to the door.
"Grandma, why are your hands bleeding?"
"Grandma, come out and put on the Band-Aids!"
The children were very worried and took her to the living room.
The butler took out the medicine box.
"Let me come and let me do it!" Zhan Zhan skillfully took out anti-inflammatory drugs and bleeding creams, as well as cotton swabs and band-aids from the medicine box.
Xiaoxiao actually knows so many medicines?
"How could you?" Kyung Zhixia sat on the sofa, her eyes falling on the little boy with delicate eyebrows and eyes.
Duoduo was also helping. She unscrewed the bottle of anti-inflammatory drugs and answered grandma's question, "Because my mother was very busy taking us alone when I was a child, my brother helped me deal with the injury. We have a small family.
A small medicine box has all kinds of medicine in it.”
After hearing this, Jing Zhixia felt a little sour inexplicably.
A woman with two children, the busy state can be imagined.
Zhan Zhan helped her to relieve inflammation and gently applied pain relief cream to the incision, with gentle and delicate movements.
Before putting on the Band-Aid, Zhan Zhan held his grandmother's wrist and came to the wound with Duoduo, breathing his little mouth.
"Grandma, I'll help you, Huhu, Huhu won't hurt."
"Will you feel a cool feeling in the future?" Duoduo blew a few breaths and raised her eyes and asked.
The child completely cured Jing Zhixia's injured heart. After a few hours of depressing, a smile finally rose from the corner of her lips, "Yes, it won't hurt anymore."
After a while, Zhan Zhan and Duoduo helped her stick the Band-Aids.
The servant brought out the chopped mango fruit plate.
"Thank you." Zhan Zhan and Duoduo were very polite, and then took out two small boxes from the suitcase, "Grandma, we have brought you a gift!"