Before Huangfu Xuanye could reply, Ying Bao had already picked up the fruit knife and started to peel the apple.
Huangfu Xuanye could not help but worry when he saw the little girl cutting the apple with her knife. He was afraid that she would cut his hand.
It was Huangfu Xuanye's first time seeing Ying Bao peel an apple. The hand that she was holding the knife with was trembling a little. Instead of calling it peeling an apple, it would be more accurate to say that she had a grudge against an apple. With one slice, a huge pit was formed.
"If you don't know how to do it, let me do it!" Huangfu Xuanye could not stand it anymore.
"It's okay, I can do it! I have to practice more! My parents never let me touch knives but I have to grow up and do things by myself. I can't always rely on them for everything."
Ying Bao said as she peeled the apple.