Bai Lu had a sour lemon-like mood, and Yan Xu actually empathized with her.
Because his family also had a pair of equally loving parents, especially his dad, whose words and actions often dazzled him, a single guy.
So, he just smiled and listened to Bai Lu's complaints, which were actually boasts.
Bai Lu talked nonstop until her mouth was dry, and when she picked up her cup, she realized the juice was all gone.
She stood up to pour some warm water, and Yan Xu, looking at her figure, said, "Aunt might have made some other juice, you should ask."
Bai Lu turned her head and smiled, "Do you want some?"
Yan Xu shook his head.
Bai Lu entered the kitchen, where Aunt was still sorting the fridge. Seeing her with a cup, she pointed at the kettle on the kitchen counter.
"The yellow one is orange juice, green is apple juice, and red is watermelon juice, all freshly squeezed."
Bai Lu was puzzled, "With so few people here, why make so much?"