These past two days, the food she's been eating is really too rich, and she suddenly craved something light.
Sitting down, she casually picked up a corn bun, and Zhuang Yanyan immediately served a bowl of corn rib soup.
"Here, drink this!" Zhuang Yanyan beamed with happiness.
Glancing at the bowl of soup, Feng Jinglei smiled awkwardly.
Almost every meal these days included this kind of soup, and she was really struggling to drink it anymore.
Tearing the bun, she temporarily put aside the soup, tearing and eating while looking at Zhuang Yanyan, "Grandma, is the room on the third floor ready yet?"
Zhuang Yanyan raised her eyebrows, looking at her kindly, "Not getting it done!"
"Why?"
"Didn't Sister Axian tell you? You're already the young lady of our Qin Family now, living with Feimo is good, so I'm not in a hurry to fix the room on the third floor."
As expected.
