The two had just walked out of the pavilion when little Qingyu grabbed her maid Rongrong with one hand and Lu Zhao Lin's arm with the other, saying, "Try the rongdou, they're very tasty."
Lu Zhao Lin struggled slightly but couldn't get away, his ears turning a bit red. He was already ten years old, yet this little girl so comfortably hooked his arm.
Even though he couldn't understand what Qingyu was saying, he could comprehend her meaning from her tone and actions, so he softly said, "Thank you, sister."
With that, he stuffed the rongdou that Qingyu had just placed in his palm straight into his mouth, then looked at Qingyu. His eyes slightly brightened, and he praised enthusiastically with a strong Youzhou accent: "Delicious."
