"Madam, why aren't you angry?" Although Zhao Qingqing was a food lover with a gentle nature, she was not ignorant. She carefully advised Ye Muyu, fearful of upsetting her, "At first I thought the same, but after getting to know you, I realized that everyone was just talking nonsense."
"Madam, may I call you Sister Ye? I am fourteen this year, and I will have my hairpin ceremony next year. You mustn't be much older than me."
Ye Muyu looked into her clear eyes, "If Qingqing doesn't mind, then please feel free to call me that in private."
"Thank you, Sister Ye." Zhao Qingqing's eyes smiled like crescent moons.
Ye Muyu asked, "You have just eaten quite a lot of sweets. Would you like some sour plum soup or green tea?"
"Sour plum soup?" Zhao Qingqing asked curiously, "Is that like plum tea?"
"It's a type of fruit tea with a sweet and sour taste, which you might prefer if you like sweets."
