From beginning to end, Li Jiaoyang looked at his girlfriend with eyes full of affection.
Feng Qingxue caught a glimpse and couldn't help but smile with relief. Finding someone in life who is willing to accept you from the start isn't easy, so she scooped three full ladles of sour plum soup for Li Jiaoyang, nearly overflowing the bowl.
"Sis, please sit down, I'll do it." Li Jiaoyang politely held the bowl with both hands.
Feng Qingxue smiled, "You traveled all the way here, sit down and have a good rest. When they're done discussing all sorts of clothing topics, it'll be at least half an hour to an hour, and they won't be able to pay you any mind."
Li Jiaoyang immediately chuckled, deeply agreeing.
Granny Ye saw the pot was empty and directly picked it up with one hand to take it home, to avoid Feng Qingyun insisting on giving her a perm like a trendy elderly woman.
