Chapter 702: The Global Chinese Chamber of Commerce!

"What do you mean 'careful not to be led astray'? My words were correct. If there is any fault, it belongs to that woman in the white suit. Even if she is wrong, why is she protected when I just state the facts? What kind of logic is this?"

"Sorry," Zhu Yanyi apologized smoothly, though her tone lacked sincerity.

"Remember, if anyone is to be led astray, it should be you leading others astray. Never let others lead you astray. You must keep control in your own hands to better control your life," Yan Aohan taught Zhu Yanyi seriously.

Zhu Yanli’s eyes widened in shock. She spoke helplessly, "Wait, wait. Brother Yan, are you teaching Ani? It feels like you are indulging her."

Yan Aohan looked matter-of-fact. "Ani never does anything wrong, so she doesn't need teaching. I only need to tell her how to protect herself. After all, Ani is never wrong." This was obvious favoritism. The problem was, he said it so confidently that Zhu Yanli didn't know how to refute him.

Zhu Yanyi nodded in agreement. "Yes, I am never wrong. Big Sister, you worry too much." Yan Aohan even nodded in agreement with Zhu Yanyi’s words.

"Mr. Yan, how can you be like this?" The woman in the white suit had watery eyes, as if tears were about to fall at any moment.

Zhu Yanyi looked around, finding nothing suitable. She turned to a nearby waiter. "Waitress sister, please bring an aluminum basin. Preferably one this big." Zhu Yanyi made a hugging gesture to indicate the size.

"Why do you need a basin?" Zhu Zhibin asked curiously. "Sister, do you want to wash your face?"

"We only ate two bites of food. Why wash your face?" Zhu Yanyi retorted dismissively. "Don't you see the auntie opposite is about to cry? You might not know, but tears are technically a human excretion. Actually, tears are a nutrient produced by the body. Especially since tears are a main ingredient in Meng Po’s soup."

"Does Meng Po’s soup really exist in the world?" someone nearby asked curiously.

"I don't know about the real world, but it exists in legends," Zhu Yanyi continued, speaking nonsense seriously. "Legend says Meng Po’s soup has eight ingredients: one drop of birth tears, two cents of old age tears, three parts of bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of longing tears, six bowls of illness tears, seven feet of parting tears. The eighth ingredient is a tear of sadness from Meng Po herself. I certainly can’t brew Meng Po’s soup, but I can use tears to make a remedy against forgetting, which helps with sleep. Tears are a key ingredient. The problem is, I have no reason to cry because I live happily. The people around me laugh every day. Getting them to cry is impossible. So, it’s rare to have this auntie providing tears for free. If I don’t collect them, I’d be a fool for missing the chance."

She urged the waiter again. "Waitress sister, hurry and bring a clean basin. If there isn’t a big one, a large bowl will do. In short, anything that can catch her tears will work."

"You… you are bullying me too much." The woman in the white suit stopped pretending.