The little girl Qian'er had a piece of braised pork in her mouth and had to swallow it quickly. There was a little grease on the corners of her lips. She puffed out her cheeks and said "hmm" in confusion:

"Miss... Su, this pre-meal habit was taught by a close elder of the young lady and I. It seems to be a custom in her hometown."

Zhao Lingfei lowered her eyes and pursed her red lips softly.

Some images flashed through her mind... When she was a child, at a sumptuous dining table in the Duke's Palace, the gentle and kind middle-aged woman served three hungry children the food, and then took her, Rong'er brother and

Qian'er rubbed her chopsticks together and called out "dinner" with a smile. The gentle woman looked at the noisy three people with gentle eyes, rubbing the head of the big boy next to her from time to time, and picking up food for him and them...

…

At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao put her little hands behind her back and twitched the ground with one toe under the table.

She bit her pink lips, panicked in her heart, and stammered: "Uh-huh, isn't it..."

Zhao Qian'er tilted her head, glanced at the silent young lady, and then... then at the calm Brother Rong'er.

Then she turned back, her Linghui peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and she continued to look at the fox girl named Su Xiaoxiao on behalf of the two of them, and nodded:

"Yes, that close elder...has been gone for a long time."

There was a pause in his words.

"Um, who taught you this?"

In the quiet hall, Zhao Qianer tilted her head and smiled.

The hand of a young Confucian scholar holding the rice bowl shook.

Su Xiaoxiao:⊙ω⊙!
Chapter completed!