Lu Yuan scratched his head and said, "That's not true at all. I've always adored you, Auntie."
Hearing this, Zhao Qiao'Er pulled Lu Yuan under her arm and said, "That's more like it. Now you're my darling."
Lu Yuan, bent over and flailing, protested, "Aunt Zhao, there are so many people watching! Spare me some dignity!"
Only then did Zhao Qiao'Er release Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan said, "If there's something you want to discuss, we can do it in our room tonight. I'm a Prefect now, after all. I have a certain status to uphold."
As he spoke, Lu Yuan straightened his collar and puffed out his chest, putting on airs.
'Even though I don't like being an official, I can still use the title to act all high and mighty when I need to.'
Zhao Qiao'Er replied dismissively, "Alright, alright, Lord Prefect. What would you like to eat today? How about Aunt Song and I cook for you?"
Zhao Qiao'Er couldn't have cared less whether Lu Yuan was an official or not.
