"I'll take a notebook and jot it down, so we know what foods to buy and don't get it wrong. I've already made your mother's snacks and will have them delivered to you—"
Qian pushed her glasses, and her aunt immediately changed her tone.
"I'll deliver them personally to you!"
"Thank you for your trouble."
"It's no trouble at all!"
"Alright then, deliver them before eight in the evening, and also bring a skewer for my little brother. Kids shouldn't have supper too late."
"Sure, sure!" The aunt's attitude was exceptionally agreeable.
"Also, my aunt won't be able to help you. If Li Zhen finds out—" Qian made a knowing look, and the aunt nodded repeatedly, grabbing her small bag and rushing out.
"Doesn't it seem like our little aunt hasn't taken any time off?" Mrs. Yu asked Qian after the aunt left, right in front of her uncle without any reservations.
