Zheng Shi wished she could put the bowl of soup in the middle of the table into her storage ring, but she had no excuse. If she forcefully put it away, it would inevitably arouse the suspicion of old farts.
While Zheng Shi was deep in thought, hei xinjiu had already filled two more bowls of soup and placed them in front of Zheng Shi and the old princess.
Zheng Shi was about to repeat the same trick when she heard Hei Xinjiu say with a smile, “First aunt, you have to sit still this time and don’t fall again. Otherwise, I’ll think that you deliberately don’t want grandmother to drink the soup that I sent!”
Zheng Shi gnashed her teeth in hatred and said with a stiff face, “Little Jiu, what are you talking about? I just didn’t sit still just now.”
Hei Xinjiu smiled indifferently. Then, she stirred her bowl of soup with a spoon and took a deep breath. “This soup smells so good!”
The old princess said with a smile, “Is it that good? Let me try it.”