Upon hearing Mu Chaoyang's words, Wen Xiangyang's eyes revealed a hint of hesitation. She turned her gaze to Zhao Xi'er. Xi'er was so frail, yet she wanted to learn how to cook porridge? It's not that Xiangyang looked down on people with poor health. Rather, she was concerned that if Xi'er over-exerted herself and something happened, she wouldn't be able to justify it.
Zhao Xi'er seemed to not perceive Wen Xiangyang's discomfort. She lowered her head shyly and said, "Sister, I really like the porridge you cook. It makes me feel so much better after drinking it. Could you teach me?"
"Xiangyang, it's rare that Xi'er has an appetite for anything." Mu Chaoyang's tone softened a bit as he said to Wen Xiangyang, "If Xi'er wants to learn, could you teach her?"
Seeing that even Mu Chaoyang had started to plead with her, how could Wen Xiangyang possibly drive the two of them away?