"Compared to Xiao Shen, she's got a long way to go in terms of tea,"
"Yeah, me and my tea..." Shen Xiaoran suddenly stopped, looked at Chen Yuan, and protested with a somewhat aggrieved tone, "You think this is about tea?"
"It's wisdom, it's about outsmarting the opponent," Chen Yuan quickly corrected himself.
"Ah, prejudice is like a huge mountain," Shen Xiaoran shook her head, somewhat helplessly, "Let it be, I'm not the kind to be liked by everyone anyway."
"Who says that? I really like you a lot."
At that moment, mom came over with a dish to put on the table and smiled, joining in the conversation.
"I like you too," Shen Xiaoran said, making a heart with her hands in response to her mother.
Such a child, so optimistic and sensible, at the age of 11, possessed emotional intelligence that didn't match her years.
So, why was she so upset about that particular incident?
Chen Yuan wanted to know what was holding her back.
"Let's eat."