Seeing Zhuang Chujiao being so attentive, Mu Yan was a bit surprised.
Zhuang Chujiao placed the tray on the table and handed tea to the elders one by one.
With two cups left, she handed one to Mu Yan, "Nuannuan, this is imported French red tea, give it a try."
She held the cup with both hands, looking at her with a kind smile, making it impossible for Mu Yan to refuse.
She took the teacup and placed it on the table.
Old Mrs. Zhuang took a sip of red tea and seeing Mu Yan not moving, she asked, "Nuannuan, have a taste, it's quite good. Jiaojiao only makes tea like this when you're here, otherwise we don't normally get such good fortune."
"Mom, you're joking, as long as you want, Jiaojiao will definitely brew it for you right away," said Liang Rong hurriedly.
The old lady smiled but didn't reply.
Instead, she recalled the times when the two granddaughters were young. Jiaojiao was also as obedient as Nuannuan at first, but she didn't know when her personality became spoiled.
