Ye Qianning looked at it, half-wondering if Fifth Aunt had invented the bib.
It was pink with embroidery and quite pretty.
"You don't have to lift a finger today. Your aunts will feed you," Aunt Shaoyao said, worried Ye Qianning might accidentally touch her face while eating.
A face swollen bigger than a steamed bun must be terribly painful.
Ye Qianning found it hard to refuse their kindness and nodded.
"I feel like the food in our residence has gotten much tastier ever since Pangtuan arrived."
"I feel that way too. The dishes I used to make were never this delicious."
"The pastries, too. Lately, I think the pastries I've been making are absolutely unparalleled."
"This past month, I feel like my body has become so much lighter."
The aunts started chatting amongst themselves again.
Ye Qianning also noticed that her aunts' complexions were getting better and better. The water from her space was very nourishing.
