The Apple Cake [Memory]

"Don't be polite, senior," Xiu Wanxue said, not looking at Zhou Hua's face, which had turned pink from embarrassment.

She naturally sat opposite Zhou Hua and placed many dishes in front of her.

Zhou Hua's embarrassment was suppressed, and she felt relaxed under Xiu Wanxue's natural care.

When she took a bite of the crunchy and flavorful fried chicken wing, her eyes widened in delight.

"So delicious!" she praised, taking a sip of the creamy tomato soup. She savored every dish, and her face was full of happiness.

"It's good that the senior likes it," Xiu Wanxue laughed cheerfully.

"This is your favorite juice, senior. I've made it a lot before. If you'd like to take more, I'll give you some more," she said, putting several glass bottles of cherry juice on the table.

"What's your name, little girl?" Zhou Hua asked, her cheeks bulging from the food in her mouth.