Aunt Zhong laughed and said, "Qingsheng is indeed a good kid. If our Xiao Ying can be with him, it would be a blessing, but I’m afraid his parents..."
"This matter ultimately requires the man to bring it up. We can’t be too proactive."
"True, chasing after sothing isn’t a business deal."
No matter how good he is, one shouldn’t rush and act like the daughter can’t get married.
The couple reached a consensus: if soone from Qingsheng’s family cos to propose, then they will ask for the young mistress’s favor; otherwise, just let it be.
"It’s Xiao Ying, though. She seems quite interested," Uncle Zhong was a little worried about what would happen if Qingsheng’s family disagrees.
After all, Qingsheng works with the young master, and he might have a good future.
Marrying a wife should be easy for him; many girls would want to marry soone like him.
"I’ll remind Xiao Ying," Aunt Zhong nodded.
Though she also thinks highly of Qingsheng, a girl should be reserved and not rush in one-sidedly. If she encounters an unreliable one, it would be troubleso if she falls for him.
Qingsheng finished the soup and licked his lips.
Hmm, the taste is quite delicious.
Yes, he can’t just sit and wait; he needs to take the initiative.
Especially since he made Xiao Ying angry, he needs to make ands.
"Brother Qingsheng, have you finished eating? My mom asked to collect the bowls."
Xiaoshan ca in and asked.
"Finished, finished," Qingsheng quickly said, "Thanks to Aunt. The soup Aunt made was really tasty."
"Indeed, my mom is good at making soup. The forr master of the estate would have it cooked by my mom whenever he visited."
"Yes, you see, even the young mistress liked the soup your mom cooked."
Qingsheng was well aware that Chun Nuan has a refined taste for food.
The daughter of a wealthy family in the Capital, raised preciously; it’s natural for the household to have several chefs and be particular about food.
Yet, the picky young mistress couldn’t eat anything in the estate; it wasn’t until she drank Aunt Zhong’s soup that she felt better.
"Exactly, my mom is quite impressive."
Qingsheng suddenly wanted to ask: Is your sister impressive too?
The words were swallowed hard back into his mouth.
Because his loose tongue had already upset Xiao Ying, you see, even collecting bowls was left for Xiaoshan, and she didn’t co.
"Xiaoshan, help tell the young master that you should go to Hundred Herbs Hall again tomorrow and let my brother co to see ."
"Huh?"
Xiaoshan was utterly baffled.
When ordering dicine previously, he didn’t even use his na, preferring to spend money rather than let people at Hundred Herbs Hall know he was injured.
Now he suddenly changed and wants his brother to co see him.
"I have sothing to discuss with my brother."
"Alright, I’ll tell the young master."
Zhao Minghua felt quite speechless upon hearing Qingsheng’s request.
"This kid can’t keep anything to himself; he’s likely thinking about having his mom propose for him."
"Striking while the iron is hot, it’s also feasible," Chun Nuan said, "I quite admire him. He knows what he wants and strives for it."
"This kid, sotis he’s clever, and at other tis, he’s a bit foolish; he’s sly yet sotis has a functioning brain."
Chun Nuan just laughed.
At Hundred Herbs Hall, Fusheng was shocked to hear Qingsheng had sprained his foot.
"When did it happen? The dicine you picked up yesterday was for him?"
"Yes, it’s his. He didn’t let it be known yesterday, but today he wants to co again and tell you he’d like to see you."
"It’s just a sprained leg, isn’t it? Not another illness?" Fusheng was worried, thinking perhaps things weren’t right, and maybe he wanted to see his brother to say so final things: "What did the young mistress say?"
"The young mistress said a muscle and bone injury takes a hundred days, so he should rest well."
"Then who is accompanying the young master?"
"I am."
Things went bad!
The person serving the young master changed, and it seems that his brother might truly be in serious trouble.
Fusheng hurriedly followed Xiaoshan to the estate.
Upon seeing Qingsheng, he almost wanted to kick him twice.
"Aren’t you about to die? How do you have the leisure to be here petting a cat?"
Under the sun, sitting at the door, he held a yellow cat and was petting it quite comfortably.
"Who said I’m about to die?" Qingsheng puzzled, "I just sprained my foot; I’m not dying."
"True, disaster lasts a millennium, while good people don’t live long. Tell , what do you need for? Have you caused so mischief again?"
Fusheng looked at his brother, truly unsure where to begin.
How could he be so clumsy, even spraining his foot while walking?
"Sprained your foot and not going back to rest, who’s going to take care of you here?"
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