Do You Really Think You're the Mistress of the House?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Thank you," said Shen Manting.
Mother He smiled. Then, she glanced at them, set the cups of tea down, and left.
Aunt Zhang came out bringing the milk she had prepared and said, "The milk is ready, Master."
"Pass it to her."
Shen Luo'an casually pointed at Shen Manting.
Shen Manting looked up and reached for the bottle.
After testing the temperature, she frowned and said, "The milk is too hot."
Aunt Zhang was upset to hear that.
Yet, she insisted, "I thought the baby wouldn't be hungry so soon and the milk would probably be left to cool for a while, so I made the milk slightly warmer."
Shen Manting didn't speak and simply put the bottle on the coffee table in front of her.
Aunt Zhang glanced at her. Seeing that she didn't say a word, Aunt Zhang turned around and left.
A moment later, the infant puckered his lips and made cooing noises with outstretched arms, looking as if he was about to cry.