As she was a female and had a special identity, Xiaoxiao was receiving Mrs. Shen in the guest room. She was not a serious person to begin with. At this moment, she took a sip of milk tea and a bite of cake. As she ate and drank, she became limp and lazy like a cat.
The place she was at was not the usual tables and chairs for guests. Instead, it was a small sofa that Xiaoxiao had made based on a bean bag. It was filled with rags and cotton, and she did not want to get up after sitting down.
"Will this shop specialize in selling milk tea and Cloud Cake in the future?"
Xiaoxiao refilled her cup of tea. "I was just about to tell you about this."
Mrs. Shen immediately wanted to sit up straight, but she realized that her hands were busy, so it was difficult for her to adjust her sitting posture. She decided to continue leaning and lay on the small sofa as though it was a chaise lounge. "What do you mean?"