Zhilan He gave an embarrassed smile. Earlier, she had been unable to maintain her poker face, which was clearly evident. This was because the food that the Filipino servant had served was so exquisite that it was almost too good to eat.
Mrs. Irdo on the other side perhaps felt a sense of affinity towards Zhilan since she knew they came from the same country. Seeing how Zhilan's eyes didn't reflect any restlessness but rather shyness or perplexity, she grew to like her even more.
"I heard from Mrs. Orz earlier that your name is Zhilan He. Is your name 'Zhilan' based on the 'Zhilan' in the classic phrase 'Yuan you Zhilanzi, Li you Lan'?" Mrs. Irdo spoke Mandarin with Zhilan, and despite having been away from her homeland for many years, her Mandarin was still impeccable.
"Yes!" Zhilan nodded.
