Even if what Sister Huan said is true, they merely have a host-guest relationship. Matters of the heart, in his eyes, are neither here nor there, and she doesn't dare to hope for more.
"Listening to this, it's no big deal. Besides, we can see that Young Master truly treats Miss Qing Qian as someone special. Only a girl like you can open his heart." Sister Huan sighed lightly and threw the jar in her hand into the garbage bag. "Miss Qing Qian, I'll go take out the trash first."
"Okay." Xia Qingqian nodded gently, watching Sister Huan's continuous actions.
She checked the time, it was about right. She served a large bowl of barley and lean meat porridge, then placed small side dishes on the tray. She also took an extra bowl, a teaspoon, and a pair of chopsticks.
