She was startled, and by the feel of her kick, it was as though she had struck something alive.
She looked down.
Good grief!
Nan Jiaojiao was frowning at her, expressionless, but one look at her made one's skin crawl.
"Darling, you—"
Chu Yao gazed down at the basin and rolling pin in front of Nan Jiaojiao, pity flickering in her condescending eyes, "are you squatting here to beg?"
Nan Jiaojiao's frown deepened even more.
Jiang Yu's foot stepped out just in time to see Nan Jiaojiao's increasingly gloomy face, and she had a bad feeling inside.
"What nonsense are you talking? How can she beg here? Her basin is overturned."
Jiang Yu flipped the basin right side up, nodding with satisfaction, "Now that's proper."
She looked up, seeking favor in Nan Jiaojiao's glance, but was met with such a cold stare that she suddenly felt a chill and quickly got up to scurry away.
Nan Jiaojiao, with her arms crossed, asked, "Does drinking lower one's intelligence?"
