The Kitty Became a Cutie and Was Pampered in the 80s

"Good job!" The six boys replied in unison, already walking far ahead with Ruan Jiaojiao, with Xiu Xi following behind. The Ruan family had set out early. By the time they reached the field, many other families had not yet come out, so the area was still full of intact waxberries that hadn’t been picked yet. Ruan Jiaojiao stood by the ditch on her tiptoes, watching her brothers pick the berries. They put the good ones in the folds of their clothing and ate the average ones on the spot.

The bright red waxberries, sweet and crisp, were enjoyed by her brothers, and she felt a craving herself. She stretched out her little hand to pick a yellow one in front of her, but before her hand could touch the fruit, Xiu Xi wrapped her small hand in his.

"It’s prickly," Xiu Xi said, pointing to the thorns.

Ruan Jiaojiao withdrew her hand and pouted silently.

In fact, she felt that it was most meaningful to pick the berries herself.

But with several brothers and the watchful eyes of the little antagonist nearby, the chances of her getting to pick any were virtually zero. She gave up on the idea and just stood obediently to the side, watching.

By the time the second group of children rushed over to pick the waxberries, the Ruan boys had already picked the best ones and, satisfied, headed back home with Ruan Jiaojiao.

On their way back, Ruan Chi saw how much Ruan Jiaojiao was longing for the berries, took out the biggest, reddest one from his clothing pocket, blew on it gently, and handed it to her, "Eat it, it’s fine."

As if blowing on it made it as clean as washing it.