Nan Jiaojiao had a piece of sweet and sour fish, a lion's head meatball, several fish balls, and a chopstick's worth of shredded beef in her bowl.
It was Ye Congwen who, fearing she wouldn't be able to get any, specially scooped them into his own bowl at the beginning of the meal and then portioned them into her bowl.
That was about all the family affection she could feel from the Ye Family.
So her attitude was fairly good, and she nodded, "Yes."
Just one word, but her temperament was too reserved.
Ye Congjie pursed her lips, and Chen Nian, feeling snubbed, huffed, "I saw the wedding invitation sent by the Shen Family. Young Master Shen put thought into it, and Auntie added it to your dowry without even asking what wedding gift you wanted."
With a snap,
Lin Shuyun's chopsticks slipped from her grip.
Chen Nian narrowed her eyes, "Sister-in-law, you haven't prepared Jiaojiao's dowry yet, have you?"