Rong Yan could already smell the aroma, and her not-so-hungry stomach was now enticed, "Alright."
Qin Ye hurriedly scooped a basin of warm water for her, "Wife, you wash."
Seeing his solicitous demeanor, Rong Yan's mouth curled upward, and after washing up, she headed to the main room, only then noticing that Qin Mei had yet to touch her chopsticks.
She pulled out a chair and sat down, "Why aren't you eating?"
"Waiting to eat with sister-in-law," Qin Mei said shyly.
This little girl was really too well-behaved and endearing, Rong Yan actually wished she would be more lively, but everyone has their own personality, and it was not something that could be forcibly corrected.
"Then we'll eat together."
Madam Rong ladled a bowl of chicken soup for each of them.
"I stewed this at noon; the chicken was brought by Sister-in-law Tie. I couldn't refuse it, so I accepted it."
