Luomeiyan also affectionately took Lin Yuan's hand and spoke with her.
Once everyone was seated, Luomeiyan personally served the tea she had prepared. Xia Zheng took it and joked, "This time it's not chrysanthemum tea, right? But it doesn't matter, I don't like chicken anyway."
Xia Zheng was obviously teasing the two about a past incident, and though it was meant as a joke, Luomeiyan and An Jie's expressions turned slightly uneasy.
Lin Yuan frowned, her sharp eyes catching Luomeiyan's involuntarily glancing at the grandma serving them pastries.
Her eyes rolling, Lin Yuan said with a smile, "Madam An's tea-making skills are indeed excellent. If Boss An weren't so protective, hardly letting you out, you might well be able to open your own tea house!"
