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"…" Chen Zhi lower her gaze silently, "But, I can't pick fish bones."
"You can't even pick fish bones, what else can you do? Chen Zhi, you're not a three-year-old child. Hurry up, the fish will not taste good when it's cold."
The young maid opposite her saw Chen Zhi having difficulty and offered enthusiastically, "Miss Chen, let me help the young master pick out the fish bones."
This time, what Si Xi shot her was not a cold look, but daggers with his eyes.
Chen Zhi shook her head subconsciously, "No need, I can manage on my own."
She resigned herself to picking the fish bones for Si Ye, her actions meticulous, not the least bit perfunctory.
Si Ye had discovered this quality in Chen Zhi, no matter what the task, whether coerced or voluntary, she always took it seriously and never skimped on effort.
This spirit of hers was precious, if she were working in a company, she would be a rare talent.