After eating sweets, Chen Yi felt thirsty and pulled someone over to scoop a ladle to drink.
Zhu E was just turning out from the screen and hurriedly said, "Master, don't drink that; it's what I use for my foot bath."
Chen Yi quickly stopped his action, his fingers curled slightly in mid-air, somewhat embarrassed. The maid left with the silver basin, and he turned to see Zhu E walking out gracefully, a smile on her face.
She looked at his awkward demeanor with great interest.
Chen Yi cleared his throat, withdrew his hand, and shamelessly said with a smile, "I was wondering why it smelled so fragrant."
Zhu E walked over gracefully and teased, "Is the master craving it? Even the milk bath for feet? Not even as good as Yue'er."
Her words were full of teasing, her eyes wandering over Chen Yi, yet Chen Yi remained calm, saying, "Like father, like daughter."
"What a sweet talker."
Zhu E laughed, about to lean over, but Chen Yi discreetly took a step back.
