An Ruo had to admit, Han Xiaofen was a very intelligent woman, at least the most adept at gauging limits she had ever met.
She answered her, "There wasn't really a reason. The Young Master didn't want to eat, so he asked me to make him some porridge. Later, the Young Master felt for how hard I worked and only then asked me to join them for the meal."
Han Xiaofen asked curiously, "The Young Master likes the porridge you make? Have you made porridge for him before?"
"Yes, one night the Young Master was hungry, and everyone happened to be asleep while I was not, so I made him some porridge." An Ruo replied truthfully.
Han Xiaofen smiled again, a smile that was hard to read.
"The Young Master is like that. If someone is good to him, he always wants to repay the favor, not wanting to owe anyone anything. Sister An, you carry on with your work, I'll go and do mine too."
