"Young Lady, since this is meant to be a gift for someone else, I really shouldn't have any more." Mother Dong was adamant about not taking a second sip. To her, every mouthful of that mung bean soup was a form of torture.
At her age, she had no business drinking anything so cloyingly sweet.
Although the taste left much to be desired, the presentation was impeccable. One look at it, and Zhao Qingyao felt certain that her plan would succeed. She waved her hand decisively, telling Mother Dong to pack it up; it was time to fulfill her promise.
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