Deng Jiaru hurriedly changed out of her high heels and strode toward the television, "Yun Qing, come quick and look at Sisi, she's definitely the champion of this tournament."
Qiaoqiao smiled as she watched Deng Jiaru and Yun Qing sit side by side on the sofa in front of the television. The channel was already broadcasting a live sports event, but the people in the frame weren't Sisi; it was the quarterfinal match.
Now Sisi was already over eighteen, yet Deng Jiaru still maintained her graceful and elegant demeanor, showing little change from a decade ago. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice the signs of aging on her face. Perhaps, encountering love in one's old age could also keep a person youthful.
"Wu's mother, is the ginger soup ready?" Qiaoqiao shifted her gaze away from her in-laws and walked towards the kitchen with Wu's mother, who unscrewed the lid of the hot pot and ladled out the soup, "It's all ready. I'll serve it to the lady and master right away."