For children from poor families, sugar was a luxury. In order to let his younger brother taste the sweetness of the autumn pear soup, the man shamelessly came to ask Lan Hui for some.
Upon hearing the man's words, a hint of impatience and disdain flashed across Lan Jun's eyes. She immediately wanted to reject him.
Her autumn pear soup was specially brewed for Wei Luan. It was already good enough for these bumpkins to have a bowl to drink, but they actually dared to ask her for more. They were simply shameless!
However, Lan Hui quickly realized that Wei Luan was still beside her. If she rejected this man directly, it might make her seem cold and heartless.
At the thought of this, Lan Hui swallowed her rejection and squeezed out a kind and gentle smile. "Of course. You can have this bowl of soup!"
The man's eyes lit up. He carefully took the autumn pear soup from Lan Hui and said gratefully, "Thank you, Sister Lan Hui. You're so kind!"
