I took the things and put them back where they were. The strange thing was. This mop had been used for four years and was is still in its original state. But this time it couldn’t be inserted into the bucket. I just used a little force and the bucket broke.
"You've used this mop for four years, right? It's time to change it." Kevin walked towards me, still smelling a faint smell of shower gel.
He pushed me back twice and I took two steps back.
In a trance, I saw five finger marks on the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony. The palm was not big, but small and powerful. Even the shape of the five fingers was distorted.
"Isn't it fixed?"
"Mrs. Zuckerberg, a mop can be used for four years. What brand is it? I'll buy one to try."
Kevin pulled out the chair and I sat down naturally.
"If you like it, I'll send it to you."
"Okay! Mrs. Zuckerberg, your fried mutton is really delicious!" Lucy smiled sweetly and scooped up two more chopsticks.
There were a few drops of oil on the edge of my mouth. I lowered my head to eat and Kevin, who always hated the smell of mutton, also stretched his chopsticks to the plate of mutton.