C8 (1/2)

The Xiaowan followed the Aunt Zhang downstairs with difficulty. She went straight to the kitchen to help and was unwilling to meet anyone in the hall. She only knew that it was very lively outside. The young lady seemed to have something to be happy about, so she always smiled and called out ”Old Master” one after another. It was extremely soft and cozy, and numbed to the bone.

When Aunt Zhang entered the kitchen to get the dishes, she would occasionally whisper a few words to Uncle Biao. Xiaowan didn't like to meddle in other people's business.

”Uncle Biao, long time no see.” Suddenly, a gentle voice rang out as a calm and proper lady slowly walked over.

She looked different from the young man from before, as if he was about the same age as Lord Sun, and spoke in a gentle tone, ”There's no need to busy yourself with so many dishes.

The Uncle Biao s all bowed to her, and said: ”My respects to you all.”

”There's no need to be polite. Without the Manager Ling and you, where would the Mrs. Sun come from?” She glanced at Xiaowan and smiled, ”The new servant girl?”

Aunt Zhang wanted to explain, but she did not want others to know about the relationship between her and Ling Chaofeng, so she spoke up first: ”Lucky Mrs. Sun, I am the new servant girl from the inn.”

Uncle Biao and Aunt Zhang looked at Xiaowan.

Mrs. Sun walked over and rubbed her head. ”He looks really pretty and he looks so cute. He must be a good child.”

Not long after, Mrs. Sun left. Xiaowan seemed to have understood that Lord Sun had two wives, but she was not interested in the affairs of other people's families. She was still thinking about how to settle the matter of her marriage with Ling Chaofeng.

Lord Sun and his wife stayed in the guest rooms on the second floor, while the guards and servants stayed in the hall. They did not have the qualifications to sit on equal footing with their master, even if there were a lot of empty rooms in the tavern.