Pei Yuan instantly became awkward, her face flushing bright red. Pei Qian's little face reddened slightly, and she pursed her lips, muttering softly, "It's got to be poked through sooner or later anyway!"
Pei Qin rolled her eyes to the heavens and called Shen Songming in.
Shen Songming entered, carrying a jar of sauce-pork trotters, and placed them on the table.
Pei Yuan went to take them, "I'll take them to the kitchen."
