Qin Miaomiao looked very obedient:
"Yeah, as if I'm so hard to talk to."
Lu Qing said nonchalantly:
"Isn't it someone who, for a month now, has been waking up in the middle of the night saying they're hungry? Insisting I get up to make you something to eat? Sometimes you want something sour, sometimes spicy, sometimes sweet?"
Every time he spoke, her head lowered a bit more.
"I feel like... I wasn't that excessive."
Lu Qing glared at her:
"Excessive? It's more than just that. How did you torment Little sixth and Little seventh? Little seventh, the Imperial Chef, is about to rebel because of you. It's all your doing."
Qin Miaomiao thought about the troublesome things she did. Okay, maybe she was a bit over the top, just a bit.
"I was wrong."
Lu Qing patted her head, smiling:
"It's good that you know you were wrong. It's not easy for you. You've gotten so round now that it's hard to take care of yourself. It's justifiable for others to take care of you more."
