Yun Ya resignedly took a sip, then suddenly furrowed her brows, "Aunt Zhuang, I really would like an apple."
Zhuang Xiyue instructed Yan Song, "Go wash an apple."
Yan Song stood there, unmoved, "Whoever wants to eat should wash it themselves."
Zhuang Xiyue glared at him fiercely, "You brat, can't I even tell you what to do now? Your Sister Yun Ya wants an apple, and as her brother, why can't you lift a finger? She even calls you 'Brother' and you're not even embarrassed."
Yan Song had the look of a pig unconcerned by boiling water, "Hmph, I'm not going."
Yun Ya smiled, "Aunt Zhuang, don't scold Brother Yan anymore. Actually, I don't want an apple anymore, let's just forget it."
Zhuang Xiyue put down the bowl on the table, "I'll go wash it for you." She did not forget to give Yan Song a fierce glare before leaving.
The moment Zhuang Xiyue turned around, Yun Ya pointed at the soup bowl on the table and made a pleading gesture to Yan Song.
