Liang Huarui uttered an inquiry merely as a formality, not waiting for anyone to respond before continuing: "Xiao Yan's green tea, Little Su's coffee, Xiao Ke's milk tea, coming right up!" With those words spoken, she was already headed into the kitchen.
Luo Ye realized in an instant, no wonder the three siblings snuck out; with a woman like this, feigning democracy but volunteering overbearingly, it indeed can be quite overbearing.
Wen Ke had a conflicted look on his face: "I'm really at a loss. On her first day here, she insisted we tell her our favorite drinks. With no choice, each of us casually named one, and from then on, whenever we're around and she is too, we can forget about changing up our tastes."
"Someone's looking after you—be content. Where's all this grumbling coming from?" Grandma scolded: "We have a guest at home, so be on your best behavior, and don't embarrass Ye'er."
