The middle-aged man instantly trembled when he saw Min Yu stand up with an expressionless face. It finally dawned on him that he had gone overboard.
This young girl did not matter, but if he offended…
The middle-aged man could not help shiver in remorse about losing his cool and quarreling with the girl.
So he hurriedly glanced at Huo Yao and apologized before Min Yu could say anything.
"Miss, you're right. It's your personal opinion. Anyway, all of us have different preferences. I'm sorry about speaking so rudely. Young Master Min, please forgive me."
Huo Yao saw how cautious the middle-aged man appeared to be in front of Min Yu. She sighed in her heart quietly. This was all because her tongue had slipped up.
Huo Yao turned to pick up the ladle and took Min Yu's bowl. She added more soup to it and said unhurriedly, "Have some more soup."
