Regardless of whether he was calling to himself, Zhao Jin'er still walked over to the small table in three steps and two strides, poured a bowl of hot tea for him, and held it out.,I wouldn't dare to touch that plate of bright red celebratory eggs. At my uncle's house, eggs are precious; only my cousin Zhuzi is allowed to eat them.,"Drink some water." The man said again, as if instructing a child. "By the way, what's your name"。