In front of the dining table.
After swallowing the food in her mouth, An Ying furrowed her brows slightly and said softly, "Sister Zhang, you added quite a bit of supplements to the soups these past few days, didn't you?"
Ms. Zhang's expression stiffened, and she avoided An Ying's gaze. She picked up some noodles and ate without tasting them, pondering how to respond in her mind.
"During the small New Year, Yinyin brought back a lot of things. I didn't ask at the time, but thinking back now, they must be expensive supplements." An Ying spoke with certainty, her tone light and casual.
Knowing she couldn't hide it, Ms. Zhang forced out a guilty smile and awkwardly said, "The gentleman sent too much; I can't consume it all by myself, so I just shared it with everyone."
Ms. Zhang's excuse might fool An Yin.
But An Ying was not convinced.
The young man was obviously using Ms. Zhang as a guise to covertly provide these supplements to his daughter, and how could An Ying not know?
