"Originally, we caught quite a bit of seafood yesterday, but since your injuries are severe, you should eat light food, so let's settle for plain noodles for now!"
"Thank you, it's already very good!" Zhong Lingling grinned.
She quickly finished a bowl of noodles, and with curious big eyes, she whispered, "Auntie, oh no, Baobao, can I really call you that directly?"
"You can call me anything!" Baobao smiled shyly.
Even though she was over fifty, her smile still had a very pure feeling, unlike the women in society over fifty who often exuded shrewdness.
Zhong Lingling immediately felt very fond of Aunt Baobao in front of her.
It was clear that Bingqing was the master here, and since Bingqing asked her to directly call Baobao by her name, she would call her that.
"Baobao, I'm really sorry, I'd like to ask you something!"
"Hmm?"
