The old lady's attitude was very firm; she insisted on them drinking the soup first to nourish their bodies.
The two exchanged a glance; Han Lei really wanted to find a hole to crawl into, while Zhao Zun pursed his lips trying not to laugh.
"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Zun nodded repeatedly, picked up the little porcelain spoon and pushed it into Han Lei's hand, winking meaningfully and said, "Mother is right. Drink this soup first, otherwise your body won't hold up."
Seeing Zhao Zun winking and signaling to her, Han Lei's mouth twitched hard as she cooperatively said, "Thank you, Aunt."
The old lady's eyes were full of affection, but before she could speak, Zhao Ling'er giggled and chimed in, "Still calling her Aunt? Sister Han Lei, shouldn't you be changing how you address her?"
Although the old lady didn't say it explicitly, seeing everyone acting so mysteriously today, the simple-minded girl had somewhat guessed a bit.
Han Lei was stunned, and her face turned even redder.
