Rong Yan caught the gaze directed at her, but couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind the provocative look.
Showing off?
They were mother and daughter; it was perfectly normal for Mrs. Jiang to care for her. What was there to boast about?
"Oh, you." Jiang Chenyue didn't notice her subtle movements, sighed, then suddenly turned to Rong Yan with a concerned expression, "I've been so caught up talking. Yan, are you hungry? If you are, I'll have them bring out some pastries first."
"Qin Jun, that kid, insisted on cooking in person, but we've been waiting forever and nothing's ready yet. He should have let the family's chef take over."
