Bai Xue saw that she directly turned the conversation this way, completely disregarding her earlier scolding, so she cooled her face. Ye Qian quickly tugged at her mother's sleeve, and only then did Bai Xue refrain from speaking further.
"Early in the morning, preparing breakfast is already tight on time, and I still have to make medicinal soup for your sister. Where do I have the time to make lunch for you to take? If you want to take food with you, make it yourself." In Bai Xue's impression, this eldest daughter was not the type to cook.
Not to mention cooking, she was also spoiled by her grandmother and didn't do any chores.
Her saying this was meant to make things difficult for the eldest daughter. Either make it yourself or come back to eat; there was no outright refusal, but the problem was pushed back to her.
Ye Ling smiled, "Then I'll make it myself."
