Secretly mustering courage, she suddenly lifted her head, intending to refuse directly, but her eyes met Shen Chonghong's gaze.
"I... I'm not talking to you anymore!"
The courage she had finally gathered only turned into this playful rebuke, and Xiao Hongxiao fled in haste.
Watching the closed wooden door, Shen Chonghong lightly chuckled and shook his head.
...
In the backyard pavilion, Shen Yuan and Hu Yufen sat facing each other, with a basket of fresh shepherd's purse on the stone table before them.
"With so many servants in the house, if you want to eat, let them make it. Why insist on doing it yourself..."
"Hey!"
"I say, if you don't want to help me pick, go lie on your lounge chair. Why say so much?"
"Really..."
Before Shen Yuan could finish speaking, Hu Yufen snatched the shepherd's purse from his hand with a glare.
Shen Yuan froze for a moment, then laughed as he snatched the shepherd's purse back: "I'll pick! Just pick, no talking, alright?"
