Zhuang Qingning laughed, "You must save some mutton soup for me later. I won't let you guys drink everything up."
"Don't worry." Ma Tong agreed with a smile.
How could they dare to drink it all?
With Zhang Yongchang's sharp gaze that cut like a knife, they would probably get pierced with a hole with just an additional bowl.
Moreover, it was only because Zhuang Qingning came to Ruyi Pavilion that they got to drink mutton soup. If she didn't come, they wouldn't even dream of such a thing. Therefore, they had to properly cater to Zhuang Qingning, ensuring she would frequently visit Ruyi Pavilion.
How could they dare to drink all the mutton soup?
"Miss Zhuang, please hurry back later." Ma Tong didn't forget to remind Zhuang Qingning as he watched her leave, unwilling to take his gaze off her even after she had disappeared from sight.
It seemed as if Zhuang Qingning wouldn't come back if he didn't watch properly.