Su Yinling smiled, "This isn't it. I could make this when I was little. Your father has eaten it many times at my house before, and Zhi'er liked it too, right?"
Bai Zhi'er looked at the pastries in the box, blinking her big eyes, "Hmm~ it's okay, I guess."
The little one ate while swinging her small feet on the stool.
In her soft voice, she asked, "Aunt Yinling, I overheard people saying you made my dad upset, is that true?"
"They say your eyes were all red. Did my dad scold you? If so, you tell Zhi'er, and I'll talk to Dad for you!"
Su Yinling was taken aback.
A trace of embarrassment flashed in her eyes.
"Zhi'er is so good, but I didn't make your father upset; it's a misunderstanding."
"Last night, while talking with your father about my past marriage, I got emotional and cried without realizing it."
"Maybe that's why someone saw my red eyes, but it's nothing major." Su Yinling explained with a smile.
