Bai Yurou had a feeling that Bai Jingting was deliberately irritating her.
"Why is it that when it comes to me, there's only the phrase 'everyone has their own field of expertise'"?
It seems like I'm good at nothing.
Bai Yurou, with a smile concealing her simmering anger, reminded him, "Big brother, I won't disturb your work anymore. Try the flower tea I made and give me some feedback, will you?"
"Okay."
After Bai Yurou had left, Bai Jingting looked at the fruit-infused tea and didn't like it.
He needed a cup of coffee now, not fruit tea.
...
Early morning.
The Bai Family gathered around the dining table for breakfast, which left Bai Yurou quite busy.
She served Grandpa Bai porridge, brought Chen Xinwan her bird's nest soup, and poured Bai Zhenyang a glass of milk.
When it came to Bai Jingting, she made him a cup of coffee, attending to everybody thoroughly.
Liu Feng watched Bai Yurou buzzing around like a top, knowing what she was trying to do.