I've seen people with no filter, but never someone with no filter like this.
Incredible, he's just met Zhao Ying once, and he already spilled everything he possibly could, not holding anything back.
Bo Jingshen silently hung his head, mentally chanting three times, "My own flesh and blood, my own flesh and blood, my own flesh and blood."
Shen Xun didn't dare to make a sound, quiet as a mouse.
Zhao Ying couldn't be bothered to scold Shen Xun here, after all, there were outsiders present.
To her, Bo Jingshen was undoubtedly an outsider at this moment.
Zhao Ying said, "Alright, come in first. I've made some kelp, mung bean, and water chestnut sweet soup."
"Is it chilled?" Zhao Xiaole's eyes sparkled.
"It's chilled, but you can only have one bowl. Eating too much will upset your stomach," said Zhao Ying, before turning to Su Lu, "You'll have yours at room temperature."
"Understood." Su Lu clung to Zhao Ying's shoulder, smilingly following her into the house.
