Which Is the Real You?

Ye Yuwei was getting ready to leave for Xiao Yaojing's house, but had to stay as Auntie Mao was throwing a fit to the extent of calling her ungrateful.

Ye Yuwei was helpless yet amused. Auntie Mao has already brewed tonic soup and dragged Ye Yuwei to the dining table. "Look, I have brewed this for the whole day, if you leave, my kind intentions would be wasted. Sigh, how my heart aches."

Although Ye Yuwei knows Auntie Mao was acting, she could not help but play along.

"Come and try this chicken soup, I went out early to queue to buy this. This pair of aged legs and feet had stood for hours to get this. If you don't eat, I will cry to death," said Auntie Mao with a twinkle in her eyes as she sat next to Ye Yuwei.

"Auntie Mao, in the future, get others to do this. You should rest at home." Ye Yuwei was persuaded and picked up the spoon.