Zheng He pulled out a plastic bag from his pocket: "And some fruit!"
Chen Xixi looked at the free supermarket weigh bag filled with pre-cut sample fruits and frowned, "Can't we buy fruit either?"
Zheng He cautiously shuffled forward a couple of small steps and handed the fruits to Chen Xixi, "I learned from you! Saving money! And they're already cut, look how convenient!"
Who brings these kinds of things to a hospital visit?
Alright, it can be considered a kind gesture from Zheng He, though not much.
After finishing his sentence, Zheng He took out another plastic bag from his other pocket. He opened the plastic bag, which contained tools for eating fruit—namely, toothpicks.
Should I say it or not, he's quite well-prepared.
Chen Xixi let out a big sigh, forget it, no need to fuss with this big dummy. She reached out to take the toothpick and asked the crew to release her hand, then sat down beside the bed.
