The Kitty Became a Cutie and Was Pampered in the 80s Chapter 1788: Jiaojiao, My Precious (Part 2)

Even though he was mumbling, when he saw there weren’t enough dishes, he imdiately 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 so fruit for them to eat. Halfway through peeling, soone 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."

"Our Jiaojiao is so considerate." Wu Le praised her, reaching out to take the fruit knife from her hand, and added, "But this is too dangerous, you shouldn’t do it. If you cut your hand, it won’t be good."

Jiaojiao smiled and didn’t insist, watching Wu Le peel apples one by one, cut them into small pieces, and then take them to the dining table where the brothers were. Naturally, the brothers showered her with complints, which made Ruan Jianguo at the next table uncomfortable. His face red and neck thick from drinking, his tongue heavy as he spoke with grievance, "Sweetheart, don’t I get any? Am I not as good as your brothers?"

"I knew it, sweetheart must not love daddy anymore. My heart is shattered, shattered~." The last three words were drawn out as if singing in an opera, full of resentnt.

"..." Jiaojiao.

What else could she do?

All she could do was turn her head and smile, "Of course not, dad. Just wait a mont, I’ll bring it right over."

"Then why wasn’t the first plate for dad? Clearly, dad isn’t the most important." Ruan Jianguo quibbled.

"You’re lucky to have sothing to eat, why so much nonsense." Ruanlin, who was carrying a dish behind them, gestured with her hand and gave a quick tap with the chopsticks. Ruan Jianguo covered his head and didn’t dare make another sound, but his eyes grew more aggrieved as he looked at Jiaojiao.

Jiaojiao winked at him, turned back to the sofa, where Wu Le was still sitting. She’d heard what just happened and wanted to help peel, but was declined by Jiaojiao, who laughed and said, "Dad’s unhappy, I have to soothe him. Auntie, don’t steal my credit."

"You child." Wu Le was amused, ruffling her hair, and didn’t insist on helping.

Jiaojiao carefully peeled the apple, and when she was done and picked up the second one, Wu Le, who had been sitting next to her, suddenly leaned over and quietly asked, "Jiaojiao, the people who ca to your engagent party yesterday, were they all your classmates?"

"Mm." Jiaojiao nodded.

"That long-haired girl who looked gentle, what’s her na?" Wu Le asked again.

Jiaojiao blinked, realizing afterwards and raised her head, asking, "Are you talking about Liang Wenjing, Auntie? She’s my roommate, a schoolmate, but not from the sa class."

"Liang Wenjing, that’s a nice na." Wu Le murmured the na softly, "Is Jiaojiao close to her? What does her family do? How many people are in her family, where are they from, and how old is she this year?"

Jiaojiao shook her head, pretending to be clueless, and answered, "I don’t know what her family does, where they’re from, or how many people are in her family; I only know that Sister Wenjing is nineteen this year."

"Then..."