Han Yi looked at Yu Xiaoxuan with adoration, then turned to the elder, "Grandpa Fu, you just gave her a perfect excuse to indulge."
"I don't overeat," Yu Xiaoxuan muttered, she had been controlling her portions just fine.
Old Sir Fu laughed heartily, "Xiaoxuan doesn't eat much, I can vouch for that. Here, Xiao Xuan, try this soup. Xiao Zhao's soups are also delicious. It's just Qinglan who doesn't like soup, acting like she's going to the gallows every time she has to drink it." The old man recalled Shen Qinglan's reaction to soup, his aged eyes brimming with a smile.
Yu Xiaoxuan was curious, "Qinglan actually has something she's afraid of?" This was indeed fresh news. Having known Shen Qinglan for so long, Yu Xiaoxuan had never seen anything that could stump her.
