"Lord Yu is excellent, not stupid at all," Yuuka said seriously to Chen Xiuhua.
Although she knew it was a polite remark similar to calling one's own child "my unworthy son," Yuuka did not want Zhao Yu to be called an idiot by anyone, not even his mother.
Instead of making Chen Xiuhua angry, those words made her even more satisfied. Only someone whose heart was filled with the other person would speak up to refute others when they spoke badly of him.
Even if it was only a little, even if it was merely politeness. Chen Xiuhua had experienced the same thing before. Back then, Zhao Yu's father had also protected her like this in front of the whole family.
She snatched the phone from Zhao Yu's hand and looked closely at Yuuka.
"How old are you? Are you studying or working?"
"Mom, don't ask so many questions at once. You'll scare her. Besides, this is a livestream..." Zhao Yu spoke up from the side.
"Go entertain yourself. Don't mind me." Chen Xiuhua glared at Zhao Yu.
"Didn't you say you were going to help? Go watch the pork rib soup I've got simmering by the firepit. I'll have a chat with this young lady."
Well, he had completely lost his right to livestream now...
Zhao Yu shook his head, obediently squatted to one side, picked up the fire-blowing tube, and carefully controlled the temperature of the firepit.
"I'm twenty this year. I study at Ochanomizu University, and I'm a first-year student," Yuuka's voice rang out.
She had practiced that sentence the longest, and it was also the one she spoke most smoothly, so she sounded almost no different from a Chinese girl.
"Oh! Your Mandarin is so good! You're still in university, so you should have another two