Zhang Ya said as she raised her head and blinked at An Lan, "Back when I was in Spain, Lanlan had a taste of my cooking. How was it?"
Uh... to be honest, it's hard to describe, but under Zhang Ya's semi-threatening gaze, An Lan could only brazenly lie, "The taste was really good."
"Auntie, did you hear that? Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself outside, I definitely won't starve myself to death," Zhang Ya joked. The word 'death' was precisely what Aunt Li dreaded at her age; her face changed color and she spat out dismissively, "What nonsense are you talking about, girl."
"Alright, if you are set on moving out, then I can't stop you. But you must give Auntie your new address; I will find some time to clean up and tidy your place for you. You're not allowed to find Auntie bothersome," she demanded.
