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Ye Zhi remained silent but when Qin Ling’s eyes fell on her, she suddenly said, “Miss Ye, what do you think?”
Ye Zhi wanted to keep silent and reduce her presence to zero. However, she didn’t expect Qin Ling to cue her.
“This is probably the Underglaze Red Three-Fish Goblet, right?” Ye Zhi thought for a while, “If Ms. Qin is interested in that, the Blue and White Underglaze during the Kangxi period was also very beautiful.”
“It turns out that Miss Ye also has a lot of research on antiques,” There was a deep and large smile in Qin Ling’s eyes. Different from the slightly nonchalant tone just now, Qin Ling’s voice was obviously softer when facing Ye Zhi.
This issue was also mentioned in the comments posted by netizens.
“Ms. Qin is so kind to Ye Zhi. Will she be liked everywhere just because she’s pretty and gentle?”
“Do you think that Ms. Qin doesn’t seem to like Sheng Man?”
“Nonsense; even I don’t like Sheng Man. I heard that Qin Ling and Mrs. Sheng have a good relationship. If I were her, I would be angry when I saw Sheng Man.”
“Those must be Ye Zhi’s favorite dishes and there are even dietary meals specifically made for her. They even knew about Ye Zhi’s upcoming role as an anorexic character; this is the definition of a hearty lunch.”
“I also really want to feel the sensation of being treated well on the show.”
The fragrant scents of the myriad of dishes kept wafting over, but Ye Zhi resisted the temptation and started to eat her dietary meal.
Halfway through eating, Ye Zhi noticed that someone’s gaze was on her. She raised her head and the male guest sitting beside her pointed to the dish in front of her, asking tentatively.
“Elder sister(1), aren’t you going to eat that?” He Yi was still in high school and became popular in a delicacy food show because of his huge appetite.
(T/N: It is common for a lot of Asian cultures to address a total stranger as a family-term despite not knowing them. It’s a more endearing form of respect)
Ye Zhi shook her head, “You eat it; it’s good for your body’s growth.”
He Yi thanked her and stretched out his chopsticks, unable to wait any longer. Unexpectedly, his elbow hit a glass that was filled with juice.
The whole glass was knocked over and the juice flowed towards the edge of the table, coincidentally staining onto Ye Zhi’s clothes. There was now a visible mark on her white sweater.
He Yi stopped his actions and panicked, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Ye Zhi smiled at him.