Cheng Qingchong's hand trembled greatly, and the bowl slipped from her hand like she was shocked. Thankfully, Qin Yinan reacted faster than her and managed to save the bowl from crashing to the ground.
Mrs. Cheng saw this and couldn't help herself from nagging Cheng Qingchong. "Qingchong, what's wrong with you? You can't even hold a bowl properly."
Cheng Qingchong suppressed the roiling tides in her heart and turned to pout at her mother.
Qin Yinan ladled a bowl of soup and served Mrs. Cheng with both hands.
Mrs. Cheng moved her gaze away from Cheng Qingchong onto Qin Yinan. She commented with a smile, "Qingchong has always been clumsy since she was a child. Hopefully, she didn't give you too much trouble."
Qin Yinan shook his head with a smile. He ladled another bowl of soup and placed it before Cheng Qingchong. Then, he added, "I find this clumsy of hers rather cute."
