"How does she even have the face to come to our house?"
"Shh, keep it down. I heard that the young master invited her."
"The young master invited this wild girl to dinner?"
One of the maids frowned, looking incredulous. The other nodded, "Alright, let's get the dishes ready."
When Chi Youyou came in, the table was already set with dishes. Song Shiyu was sitting on the sofa looking over some documents.
"Thank you for your invitation."
As she spoke, she placed the fruits she brought on the table, handing the vegetables to Uncle Zhang. "These are homegrown fruits, and there's also a jar of red date snacks I made myself."
Song Shiyu: "..."
Red dates again!
Did he look that frail?
"Let's eat."
He glanced over the other items—there were apples, pears, and grapes—hmm... not bad.
Chi Zaozao was always behind Chi Youyou, his attention focused on Song Shiyu.
Big eyes filled with curiosity.
How to put it, he felt somewhat different from before.
