On the twenty-ninth lunar month, Grace Ye accompanied his parents to purchase in the supermarket. In the past two days, not many mothers fell on her, and did not give her a good look. Dad Gu pushed the shopping cart, and Mother Ye loaded meat and fruits into the car.
Dad Gu said: “There are still strawberries at home.”
“Slightly love to eat, buy more.”
Grace Ye chuckled her lips next to him and raised a durian. Ye Mu smelled it before she saw anything. “It’s amazing to eat, and it’s amazing to pick people.”
“Mom, durian is the king of fruits, and it’s nutritious. I have always been good at picking things and picking people’s eyes,” she pushed her mother over her shoulder. “Better.”
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