"Xiao You's here!" Xiao Xueer's voice came from the doorway, making An Yang and Father Xiao both freeze.
They turned to look. Sure enough, An You was standing at the entrance.
"Hello, Uncle! I'm here to freeload another meal!" An You said with a sweet smile. She naturally bent down to change into slippers, then walked in alongside Xiao Xueer with three cups of milk tea in hand.
"What are you and this guy talking about, Uncle?" An You asked casually. She handed one cup of milk tea to Xiao Xueer, then passed another to An Yang. "Uncle probably doesn't drink this kind of high-calorie beverage, right?"
"I don't, I don't." Father Xiao hurriedly waved his hands.
"Then what are you and this guy talking about?" An You took out a straw, aimed it, and stabbed it in with a snap before continuing to ask, full of curiosity.
"We haven't talked about anything yet." Father Xiao answered helplessly.
"Oh! Then go ahead and talk. Xueer and I can sit over here and be decorative vases—the kind that can't hear a thing." As she spoke, An You sat down on the sofa opposite them. Everything about her seemed natural and familiar. Clearly, her relationship with the Xiao family had developed extremely well during this time.
"There's really nothing to talk about."
"That's a real shame." An You sounded very disappointed.
"I'll go see how your aunt's bone broth is coming along. You young people chat!" Father Xiao slapped his knee, stood up, and headed for the kitchen.
"Oh." An You remained perfectly well-behaved.
After Father Xiao left, An Yang picked up the milk tea from the coffee table, glanced at it, and frowned. "Milk tea?"
"Drink it if you want. If not, forget it! Give it back to me!" An You