So, while Jian Yufei was having breakfast, Ansel stood on tiptoe, his little fists continually thumping her shoulders.
"Mommy, how's the strength?"
Jian Yufei held back her laughter: "It's fine."
"Is it comfortable?"
"Well, just barely."
Ansel worked harder, simultaneously directing Junqi: "Junqi, go to the kitchen to bring the juice."
Junqi turned and went to the kitchen.
The servants in the kitchen, following Ansel's orders, had already prepared the milk and juice.
"Young Master Junqi, here is the juice, hold it carefully."
Junqi nodded and walked out holding the juice filled to the brim.
Ansel boasted to Jian Yufei: "Mommy, I specifically instructed the servants to make this juice for you. Drinking it will beautify you, keep you youthful forever, make you smile constantly, and live as long as the Southern Mountains."
"Pfft—" Jian Yufei almost spat out a mouthful of water.
"Mommy, was I pressing too hard?"
"...No."
