Jiang Yao narrowed her eyes. She took a deep breath, then softened her tone and moved closer to ask gently, "Young Master, I want to get some soup dumplings. Let's go with my sister, alright?"
"I don't want soup dumplings…" he refused curtly, his voice devoid of warmth. "Ningning, what do you think?"
"You don't want any? I think soup dumplings sound pretty good."
"In that case, let's get soup dumplings. I was just kidding earlier. I haven't had them in ages, and now that you mention it, I'm actually starting to crave them. So it's happily decided."
"Are you even human, Chen Yuan?" Jiang Yao couldn't help but stomp her foot.
"What's wrong, Yaoyao?" Jiang Ning asked with concern. "Chen already agreed, didn't he?"
"But when I suggested it, he refused. The second you say it, he agrees! That's not fair! He's playing favorites!"
