Shy
Ye Lin walked up and called sweetly, "Grandma."
Then she supported Ke Ying'an from the other side.
Her gaze darted a little, and she did not dare look at Shen Wuxiao.
Seeing this, Shen Wuxiao looked at Xu Teng. "Xu Teng, well, Grandma will definitely be making lotus cakes at noon!"
"The process is a little troublesome. Go give Grandma a hand!"
Xu Teng followed behind them, holding a jar, looking rather bewildered.
"Yes... Young Master!"
This was too hard for him. He understood the Young Master's meaning—he wanted him to go ahead with the old madam.
But how could he dare take the initiative to tell the old madam to go first?
So even after agreeing, he could only wait for the old madam to speak first.
"Grandma, put less sugar in them. The ones before were way too sweet!" Shen Wuxiao said with a smile.
How could Ke Ying'an possibly fail to understand what this brat was up to?
She deliberately pretended not to hear him.
"Cough, cough... Grandma, I want lotus cakes..."
"..."
"Please!"
Ke Ying'an shot him a glare. "Fine, Grandma will make them for you."
"Xu Teng, come help me..."
"Yes, Madam!" Xu Teng hurriedly answered, breathing a heavy sigh of relief.
Ke Ying'an looked at Ye Lin. "Lin'er, Grandma will go make something delicious for you two first. You stay here and chat with that brat."
"Grandma... I... I'll go help you..." Ye Lin said.
"Help with what? You'd only make a mess!" Shen Wuxiao immediately stopped her.
Ye Lin was unconvinced at once.
What did he mean, she would make a mess?
She knew how to do it too, okay?
"No need. Grandma has been making them for most of her life. She knows the ropes!"
"His grandpa, his dad, and this