Mu Lan entered her home, and a delicious scent wafted from the small kitchen.
"Auntie Li, what tasty dish are you making?"
"I've made soup for the young master; I noticed he has been a bit irritated lately."
"…"
The culprit felt a bit guilty and couldn't help but chuckle nervously.
Then, recalling what Shen Zichu said, she wondered if she really needed to learn how to act coquettishly?
"Young Madame…"
"Auntie Li, just call me by my name, please."
Auntie Li paused for a moment.
"Well, alright, Mu Lan. Have you and the young master had a falling-out?"
"You noticed?"
Mu Lan had no intention of hiding it.
"Sigh, the young master is just not very expressive. If he said something, it might not really be what's on his mind."
After all, she had taken care of Huo Tingxiao since he was a child and knew him very well.
"You might as well say he's just awkward, I wonder how I ever put up with it before."