"Miss Yu must be thirsty after walking over from the front yard. I don't know what you young people like to drink now, but I don't have anything else here except some aged tea. You can drink some tea to quench your thirst first."
Yan Jinyu took the teacup. "Thank you. I'm not particular about my drink. Anything is fine." She looked at the old man sitting on the other side of the table, who was staring at her with mixed emotions. She paused for a moment before, "Don't you suspect that I'm a fake?"
Yan Xin, who was staring at her hands, did not expect her to suddenly ask such a question. He was stunned for a moment and then he smiled kindly, "Although I'm old, I'm not blind. Miss Yu seems to be carved from the same mold from Madam when she was young. I can recognize you at a glance."
Yan Jinyu was silent.
