But it was Mom speaking, so even if it stings, there's nothing I can do.
Nanny Huang stood by, looking apologetically at Ye Xinyan. Her own lady had been deeply affected, and upon hearing that the Zhou family's daughter was pregnant, she was so anxious to get straight to the topic that she spoke without thinking.
If it were the past, Madam would certainly consider her daughter's feelings.
Ye Xinyan, feeling rather gloomy, wiped her hands and face, called for the maids to bring hot tea, and instructed Song Ping's Household to bring up a plate of radish cakes from the kitchen, then she sat down next to Madam Yin without holding any grudges.
"Mom, your Pastry House surely doesn't lack dried fruits. But try this; it's sour and quite delicious." She said, sliding a plate of dried apricots toward Madam Yin.
