Qian Miao scratched his head blankly, not understanding why his master had suddenly scolded him.
He could only lower his head and continue concentrating on sweeping.
"National Preceptor, don't you still have all these dishes to wash? Don't just stand there. Get moving."
Seeing Qing Qianxue come back to his senses, Chu Youning let the smile on her face suppress the sympathy in her heart.
Qing Qianxue sighed helplessly. "Elder Princess, you had breakfast with me too. Wouldn't you like to help your friend shoulder some of this trouble?"
"Ah... my heart wants to help you shoulder it, but my hands say they don't really want to. They're individuals with human rights, and I have to respect their choices."
Chu Youning gave Qing Qianxue a look that said she sympathized but could do nothing to help.
Then she took Jiang Wanrong by the hand and headed into the front hall.
Pointing at the patterns on the wall, she told Jiang Wanrong, "Sis, if you want to eat here, you have to figure out how to decipher their menu. See if you can crack it. If you can't, I'll order you some of what we had this morning."
Those words instantly piqued Jiang Wanrong's interest.
"All right, let me see if I can decipher it and get my Ningning a good meal today." Jiang Wanrong smiled and pinched her cheek, then continued, "Such a stubborn mouth and a soft heart. If you want to help him, go on. Your sister won't let herself starve."
"Sis, it's not that I want to help him, but... I did eat that meal too, after all."
Of all the stubborn parts of Chu Youning, her mouth remained the most stubborn.
Jiang Wanrong couldn't help smiling behind pursed lips.
Ningning truly had grown up in the