Zhao Wanrou looked at Wu Muyu's food box as she smiled. "Sister Wu, but you are not serving your husband."
Wu Muyu said softly, "Sister Yan and I are like sisters. Brother Su is her husband. Sister Yan is busy with work, so I'll take care on behalf of her."
At this moment, Su Wen came out. When he saw the two of them, he asked with a smile, "What are you two talking about? Why aren't you entering the residence? It's quite cold outside."
Wu Muyu let out a cry of surprise and knocked on her own little head. With a face full of self-reproach, he said, "Aiya, I was only concerned about replying to Your Highness, but forgot about the lotus seed congee. It must be cold in such cold weather. It's all my fault, Muyu deserves to die."
Zhao Wanrou raised her eyebrows. This girl looked like she was blaming herself, but she was secretly hinting that the lotus seed porridge was cold because Wanrou had stalled her.