Ye Xingbei: "..."
Even though she was praised, for some reason, it felt like she received sympathy points. What's up with that?
Xiao Shumiao took the cup and eagerly studied the names on it, chattering as he studied, "Brother Xiaoyue, look, your cup is black like Black Maomao, my cup is green like Lu Maomao, and Mom's cup is white like Bai Maomao. Mom is awesome, so thoughtful!"
Ye Xingbei: "..."
No, it's not!
It was just a coincidence!
She just thought Xiao Shumiao was a tree, and trees are green, so she made a green cup.
She wasn't interested in Lu Maomao's green at all, really.
Lingyue took the cup engraved with Gu Junzhu's name, "Master's cup is blue."
"Yeah," Xiao Shumiao said, "Blue is the color of the sky and sea, and Dad's love for us is as vast as the sky and as magnificent as the sea!"
Ye Xingbei: "…Son, your phrasing seems a bit off."
