Family Ye's Older Daughter: Volume 2

By Qi MuGongZi

Ye Qimu, the president of an international group, had been struggling for so many years, but suddenly found out that he was terminally ill, or had been pitied by the heavens. He had actually traveled to a little girl from a rundown village in the Empire of Donghua, and in ancient times, his parents and siblings had been working all day and were all thin and yellow? She went alone up the mountain to look for food!

Grandmother will squeeze it? She designed a branch family! The Zhuang family's aunt was a nice person, yet she sent him an egg? With a wave of his hand, he formed a gang and became rich! Who said that the sons and daughters of the peasants were the lowest? However, she was a bookseller, and business was a windfall. She had a handsome genius behind her, and he was determined to support her! Furthermore, the Ye Clan's daughter was full of admiration for him. She bore the heavy responsibility and was like a lotus blooming every step of the way. There would always be something wonderful about her! Join Collection

• Language: English
• Publisher: Funstory
• Release date: May 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781649206244

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FOUR

CHAPTER 101 - TEACH HER HOW TO WRITE

Qimu calmed herself down and glanced at Young Master Jing. He had a handsome face and a noble temperament akin to a god from the ninth heaven. Even his indolent attitude was very pleasing to the eyes.

However, her temperament was quite strange. It was the middle of the night, why did she come to this crappy yard if she wasn't going home to sleep? Qimu snappily entered the room and went straight to the table to light the lamp. Under the dim light, the two of them faced each other, their shadows lingering.

It's getting late, how long does Ye Xuanzi want to see me?

Young Master Jing smiled. His pair of peach blossom eyes sized up Qimu with an enchanting gaze. His lazy voice had a magnetic charm that captivated others.

I'm going to sleep. How long do you want to stay?

Qimu asked with a faint smile as she sat back in her chair and rested her chin on her hands.

I've been waiting here for you for a long time. It's so easy for you to come here, yet you don't even treat me to a cup of tea and still want to drive me away. Your way of treating me as a teacher?

The corner of Qimu's mouth curled up when she heard this. She was just about to say:

Did I make you wait for me? Who let you in?!

Qimu suddenly reacted to Young Master Jing's last sentence with a slight frown and said:

The way of treating guests? He came uninvited. Become a teacher? What kind of teacher are you to me? "

He was asking him, and also asking himself, that day in the Agility Pavilion, the white-haired old man, Teacher Zhou, asked him to teach her. Also, Liu Fuzi also said … Oh, what kind of trouble did she get into?

Qimu was smiling, but there was a hint of annoyance in her eyes. Teacher Zhou's words could be treated as a joke, but he had to listen to Liu Fuzi's instructions. After all, he was doing this for her own good.

However, even Liu Fuzi didn't expect that this person would not play the cards according to the rules and teach her in the ordinary lecture hall. Instead, he would barge into her room late at night, right?

Ye Xuanzi, have you thought it through?

Young Master Jing, who was leaning on the bed, took out a folding fan and fanned himself gracefully. He had the look of a foppish dandy as he asked with a faint smile.

The folding fan was called the sandalwood fan, and it was made from incomparably expensive sandalwood. With just a light flap, the room was filled with a refreshing fragrance.

Qimu accidentally sucked in a breath and felt her whole body relax. She glanced at the fan and thought to herself, Last time, the fan was made of white jade. This time, it was made of sandalwood. A mere fan is worth thousands of gold.

Just how deep was this person's background? I can't afford to offend him.

Are you going to teach me now? Teach me here?

Qimu understood Young Master Jing's motive for coming here, so she didn't say anything more. It was useless even if she tried. She had really said that to him. If he didn't leave now, would she really chase him away?

She didn't have the guts to do so. If she had the guts, she would have rushed out long ago. Who would still be willing to spout nonsense for such a long time?

Yes.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Jing responded with a faint voice. In the dark night, his lazy voice sounded very nice, but Qimu didn't sound like it.

How are you going to teach me? You have to get up if you want to teach me? Could it be that you still have a hundred thousand miles left in your hand?"

Qimu looked at Young Master Jing, who was still reclining on the headboard. She was admiring the moonlight and looking at herself. She was not free to go back to her room. She teased Young Master Jing with a little dissatisfaction and a little joke.

Young Master Jing let out a snort. His eyebrows slightly raised as he smiled and said:

Isn't it too much of a waste for me to teach you how to use a hand that spans a thousand miles? With those words of yours, it's best if you don't use too much words or skill."

First, go and bring the tea table and cup that I left for you yesterday. After cleaning it and making a pot of tea, I will teach you in detail.

Finally, as if he had seen through Qimu's thoughts, he chuckled softly and slowly added,

With my level, I can teach you even if you are lying on the bed. I wrote something on the table just now. Take a look first, then talk to me.

Qimu glared at him. This person was really arrogant. Who would praise him like that? Luckily, he had a good appearance. The heavens were truly blind.

Qimu glanced over the table and casually picked up the piece of paper on the left corner of the table that was pressed by the ruler. She thought to herself: This is probably the piece of paper that Young Master Jing wrote down, right? Her calligraphy skills weren't that good, but her comments … Humph.

A moment later, Qimu, whose eyes were almost glued to the paper, grinded her teeth in unwillingness as she forced out a sentence.

Write... That's right."

It was obvious between his brows that he was somewhat against his will and resistance, but there was also an expression of admiration that he could not suppress any longer.

It was only now that Qimu understood why Teacher Zhou had asked this person to teach her. It wasn't because he said it on the spur of the moment, but because Young Master Jing had already become a teacher for the teachers in the academy.

His calligraphy was like a flying dragon and dancing phoenix. It was smooth like a wild horse running free. However, where it was open, it was calm and reserved. The calligraphy was suitable for people. Under the cover of the phoenix floating in the air, there was an aura of looking down at the world.

After Qimu was done with her thoughts, she felt a sense of admiration and admiration for him. In her previous life, in terms of writing, she was indeed inferior to him.

One should cherish the opportunity to make up for one's shortcoming with the strength of a man. Qimu looked at Young Master Jing's handsome and elegant face, smiled lightly, and said:

Very good, peerless in the world.

When Young Master Jing heard this, his eyes that were like a pool of spring water slightly trembled. A trace of happiness appeared in the corner of his eyes as he lightly said:

Make tea.

Qimu stopped thinking about chasing Young Master Jing away and treated him like a teacher in the academy. She was extremely serious about brewing tea for him, but the tea leaves she brewed were not so good.

At first, Qimu was a little worried. Judging from Young Master Jing's attire and bearing, she knew that he grew up in luxury food, so his taste was definitely raised. She didn't know if he could get used to the poor level tea leaves in her house. After all, a penny, a portion.

However, when he saw that Young Master Jing didn't have any expression of disdain, Qimu's impression of him became much better. His every movement was elegant, as if he was weighing the most expensive tea.

After drinking the tea, Young Master Jing began to teach Qimu how to write.

Tie the rope around the wrist where you were writing. Then, write a hundred words in Chinese.

Qimu listened to Young Master Jing and looked at the stone tied to the other end of the rope. She weighed it in her hand and felt that it was quite heavy. She was sure that it would tie people down, but in the next second, she tied the rope to her wrist without any hesitation.

What word do you want to write? Do you want to write anything down?

Yes, as long as I work properly.

After that, the scene in the room was a person leisurely sipping tea and admiring the moon, occasionally criticizing the person in charge.

The other person was sitting in front of a desk with a heavy wrist. His face was expressionless, but he was seriously writing with a focused expression.

When Qimu finished writing the sixty-ninth word, she looked at her wrist, which had a bloody wound on it. Blood seemed to be dripping from it. She took a deep breath and moved the rope a little to the side.

After a long while, Qimu put down her pen, untied the rope holding the stone, and rubbed her aching wrist. Her lips formed a smile, and then she took the 100 words she wrote and walked to Young Master Jing's side for him to see.

I've finished writing.

Perhaps it was because she was tired from the night, but Qimu's voice was a little hoarse, and it had a hint of gentleness and elegance to it that usually didn't exist.

Okay, let me see.

Young Master Jing took the words written by Qimu. His eyes swept across the paper with an emotionless gaze. Just as he was about to 'free' Qimu, he saw Qimu's wrist tremble. He changed the topic.

What's wrong with you? Too much writing? Come here, let me take a look."

Qimu pursed her lips, shook her head and said:

Is it ready?

Seeing that Qimu didn't say anything, Young Master Jing slightly raised the corner of his brows. His pair of peach blossom eyes slightly squinted as a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

Young Master Jing sat up and grabbed Qimu's other arm. In an instant, he pulled Qimu into his embrace. He held her and stared at the wrist that Qimu had covered. With a charming voice, he said:

Show me, huh?

CHAPTER 102 - DRUG HER

Qimu, who was trapped in Young Master Jing's arms, leaned against his warm and stable chest. She felt an inexplicable sense of safety.

Qimu raised her gaze to look at Young Master Jing's handsome side profile. His long eyelashes gave off a beautiful halo under his slightly raised eyes. At this moment, his expression was very focused and was different from his usual casual attitude.

Young Master Jing noticed that Qimu was looking at him. He smiled and lowered his head. There was a hint of ridicule in his eyes. With his lips next to Qimu's ear and an ambiguous tone, he said,

Ye Qi, do you think you can use the excuse of not practicing calligraphy tomorrow night just because you hurt your wrist?

In my eyes, as long as you can sit on the chair and move your hands, it's not a big deal.

Qimu's gaze instantly darkened. Was she that kind of person? To actually take her injury as a joke, this person's nature was truly vile.

Qimu shook off Young Master Jing's hand and stood up, looking down at him from above. Her tone was indifferent, with a deliberate coldness and estrangement.

Have you seen it? You can leave now, right?

Young Master Jing noticed that Qimu was a little angry, so he just smiled and leaned back against the bed. He looked relaxed, as if nothing had happened.

However, when his gaze swept across Qimu's wrist once again, he noticed that she had no intentions of dealing with it. Instead, he unconsciously furrowed his brows and took out a small black jade bottle from his chest pocket.

The color of the bottle was heavy and the texture was fine. In the dark night, the bottle was covered by a layer of faint light, and it was still a rare item.

After Young Master Jing took out the small black jade bottle, he threw it in front of Qimu and explained:

Gold Sore Medicine, apply some tonight. You'll be fine tomorrow.

Qimu caught the black jade bottle in a fluster. She touched the warm texture of the jade with her fingertips and glared at Young Master Jing. She thought to herself, He didn't even give me a proper pill. What a playboy!

However, Qimu obediently sat down on the chair. Since he had already given her the medicine, why should she bother not apply it herself?

After all, she was the one who was hurt, and she wouldn't do anything stupid.

Qimu opened the lid of the black jade bottle, and a refreshing and comfortable smell immediately came out. She went closer and took a whiff, a smile on her face.

Good bottle, good medicine, full score!

Qimu took off a clean brush from the holder of her pen and applied some ointment to the bottle with the other end. At the same time, she turned around and instructed Young Master Jing:

Get up, I'm going to sleep soon. Let the bed smell.

Young Master Jing slightly raised his eyebrows when he heard this. In his eyes that were like spring water, there was a smile that was not a smile. He moved his body but did not do as he said. Instead, he adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable.

What was the smell of him? Did he condescend to warm her bed? This girl actually disliked him?! It was all thanks to him giving her the medicine out of kindness. In this world …

Qimu saw Young Master Jing dawdling and didn't get up. Seeing how relaxed he looked, she frowned slightly, raised her voice slightly, and said:

Young Master, you should go back now, right?

Qimu wanted to say a few more words, but the corner of her mouth suddenly twitched. In the quiet room, the sound of her stifled breathing was especially obvious.

It turned out that Qimu was too focused on talking. She stabbed the pen with the medicine directly into her wound. The pain from the impact and the medicine had seeped into her skin, mixing together and attacking Qimu.

Young Master Jing's mesmerizing gaze landed on Qimu. Seeing that Qimu had 'calmed down' this time, he honestly turned around and carefully applied the medicine on himself. However, the hand that applied the medicine was slightly trembling.

He smiled, and his gaze was filled with calmness. He got up and walked over to Qimu, took the pen from her hand, and smeared the ointment on the pen on his finger tip.

After Young Master Jing recovered his breath and activated his inner force, the original clear fragrance of the medicine slowly turned into a bitter smell.

Young Master Jing half-squatted, grabbed Qimu's swollen wrist and was about to apply the medicine on her, but the owner of the wrist was not very calm and kept trying to break free.

Young Master Jing could only raise his eyes and gaze at the frowning and impatient Qimu. He exerted a little strength in his hand and firmly pulled her arm as he said:

This Gold Sore Medicine is specially made. Its effects are excellent, but it needs to be dissolved with inner force. Only by dispersing the hostility in the medicine can it achieve the best effect. It's also very comfortable to use.

If it was used by an ordinary person, the medicinal effect would be similar, only slower. However, you've experienced the pain earlier. Are you sure you want to endure this night?

Qimu retracted the pain in her eyes and moved. She didn't want Young Master Jing to touch her and said:

I can do it myself. I don't need you.

Young Master Jing looked at Qimu, who was getting more and more excited. His gaze darkened as he pointed two fingers towards Qimu's chest at an incredible speed.

Qimu looked at Young Master Jing's actions. She didn't know what he wanted to do, but she instinctively wanted to stop him. Naturally, she couldn't keep up with Young Master Jing's actions.

When Qimu wanted to resist, she realized, with fear and panic, that she couldn't move. Only her eyes could still move.

Qimu was a person with a good personality. The more critical and tense the situation was, the calmer her mind would be.

For example, at this moment, Qimu had an extremely standard smile on her face. It was neither thick nor light, like a courteous flight attendant. She lowered her head and gazed at Young Master Jing, who was quietly applying the medicine.

Young Master Jing's face was as if carved from heaven. His facial features were just perfect, especially his eyes that bloomed like peach blossoms. If he revealed a little bit of interest, it would harm who knows how many daughters he had.

The current state he was in was probably caused by the wind that was flowing through his bones. Otherwise, he wouldn't like her and would just keep it in mind …

En, alright. Don't touch the water on the wound tonight. It will be fine tomorrow and there won't be a scar. You can rest assured.

I don't have many acupoints, so I'll need to take care of it myself. As soon as I open it, my body will feel a bit numb.

Also, your drunken appearance that day was much cuter than tonight. You can speak whatever you want in your heart, and won't forgive anyone if you don't pay attention … That was what a little girl should look like.

Qimu watched Young Master Jing leave with a calm expression. As his figure disappeared from her sight bit by bit, there was not a single emotion in her eyes.

Perhaps, a moment of inaction and silence allowed her heart to calm down and her reason to return.

The only thing left in the room was a black jade bottle. The medicinal fragrance that filled the room, along with the faint aroma of tea. This proved that that person had been here before.

After tidying up the bed, Qimu lay down. Putting aside what had happened today, what she thought was good, what wasn't good … If she closed her eyes, she would be able to sleep. She needed to be full of energy. Tomorrow, she would have tomorrow's matter. It was not easy to start a business, but she had to practice and cherish it.

CHAPTER 103 - CUCURBIT

Uncle Zhang, Grandma Zhang, good morning.

Early in the morning, after finishing breakfast in the academy, Qimu brought the silver coins to Senior Zhang and his wife's store and greeted them with a smile.

Little girl, you're here! If you hadn't come, your Uncle Zhang would have gone out to look for you!

Granny Zhang, who was bent at the waist, was wiping the table. When she heard Qimu's voice, she stood up and smiled.

Old woman, look at what you're saying, I'm not some brat, how could I be so impulsive?! Also, the three girls that the little girl bought are still up there. Keep your voice down and don't let anyone know. "

Uncle Zhang came out from the kitchen with a cloth in his hand. It seemed that he was working as well. He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead with a simple smile.

Come, how can you not come? Our contract is already written, we just barely need to pay to sign and print it. Besides, those three girls are still staying here at Uncle Zhang's place. We can't just throw them away like that, can we? If that's the case, then I won't be worth it."

Qimu pulled a chair over with a smile. First, she invited Granny Zhang to sit down and told her to sit down. Then, she told Senior Zhang to prepare to sign the deal. After that, she quickly cleaned the table for Granny Zhang.

Uncle Zhang, Grandma, this is the contract that we made yesterday. Take a look, is there anything else you want to change? If you press your fingerprint, you won't be able to change it.

Qimu took out the contract she made that day and pushed it in front of Senior Zhang and his wife, reminding them once again.

Senior Zhang smiled as he took a glance at the contract. His callused fingertips traced the new ink on the paper and the paper as he said:

There's no need to continue reading. What was written yesterday was very good. Thirty-six silver taels are sold!

Qimu smiled and said:

Alright, I've brought the banknotes as well. If there's no problem, let's sign and press our seals. Once we're done, we can relax so as not to worry about each other too much.

Alright.

After signing and pressing the button, Senior Zhang took out a piece of yellow paper and a few keys as he said:

This is the title deed for this store. You should hold it well, and these keys should be in duplicate, there aren't many left. You should keep it well, too.

After Qimu received the things, she carefully put them away. Seeing the sadness behind Senior Zhang's smile, she patted his shoulder. With a determined look in her eyes, she said,

Old Uncle, don't worry. I'll definitely take good care of this shop and let everyone in Wutong Town know that there's this shop in Setting Sun Lane. Having made this shop big, it can be considered repaying your kindness towards me.

I will wait for uncle and mother-in-law to come back one day. I will watch the shops you've worked hard for most of your lives, and when I see our shops, I will wait in a long line. Everyone will praise the good scene of this shop.

When Senior Zhang and his wife heard Qimu's words, their eyes instantly moistened. With a slight sigh, they said:

Alright, we'll be waiting for that day.

Qimu chatted with Senior Zhang and his wife for a while before being urged by Granny Zhang to go upstairs to meet her, such as Chun Hua and Zhaodi.

Qimu didn't show up. After they finished their breakfast, they stayed in the house. No matter how they called out, they just sat there quietly, like wooden statues.

Good morning.

Qimu went up the stairs and opened the door. She looked at the row of three girls who were sitting neatly in front of her.

Very well, milord.

After Qimu greeted her, only Spring Flower looked at her timidly and also greeted her in a low voice.

As for the other two people, there was no need to mention their great fortune. Her head had never been lifted before. Looking at their appearances, it seemed as if they wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and hide from sight.

Zhaodi only glanced at Qimu with an indifferent expression. She pursed her lips and smiled, but didn't say anything.

Seeing the different reactions of the three girls, Qimu was not satisfied. She felt a headache coming on from the bottom of her heart. Of the three girls, not a single one was able to see the light of day.

This could be said to be expensive, but there were also expensive benefits. A little girl who had not been trained was indeed not easy to make use of, and not as good as her heart.

In the afternoon, Senior Zhang and his wife left. She was worried about the academy, so she couldn't always come to this shop. Qimu had spent most of her wealth to buy a shop, so how could it end up in the hands of these three girls?

Qimu took a deep breath and thought to herself, I bought them all myself. I need to take them all in and train them properly. Bear with it.

After retracting her emotions, Qimu revealed a faint smile as she slowly said:

As I told you all yesterday, I am buying you all because I want to open a shop. Thus, I am the boss here. I am the shopkeeper.

What is a waiter? The one who is standing at the door and greeting customers is the waiter. The one who helps the customers order and delivers the dishes is also the waiter. The one standing behind the counter counting money is also the waiter.

You guys have never eaten pork before. You guys have at least seen a pig run, right? Where in the world do you find such silent waiters? Which store's waiter didn't smile at the endless stream of customers from morning till night?

Look at all of you. You either have a cold face or you have a lowered head. If someone who is not sure has come to this shop, they would think that you are old men.

Qimu said a lot of things to clarify her current relationship with them. She wanted them to think about how to stay away from her. She hoped that they could think about whether she should change her mind since it had already come to this.

Pausing for a moment, Qimu swept her gaze across every single one of them. With an unquestionable domineering tone, she said:

In the future, don't call me a nobleman. Ever since I bought all of you, I've always been a grasshopper tied to a thread. Our goal is to open this store in full glory.

There are a lot of things I need to do to open the restaurant. I will be here all day and will teach you little by little. I hope you will remember and learn with all your heart. Can you do that? Zhaodi? Spring Flower? Great fortune?

Qimu called out the names one by one, watching them obediently nod as she thought to herself, They're still pretty obedient. Even though they're acting like marionettes, they're still obedient, aren't they? The boy was worth teaching.

The first thing you guys did today was to properly greet your boss, me, Ye Qi, and give him a warm greeting. Just like how I greeted you just now. Remember?

I'm going out now. I'll wait outside for a quarter of an hour, then knock on the door and enter. This quarter of an hour is for you. Prepare a warm smile, warm attitude, and warm greeting. OK?

Finished speaking, Qimu turned around and walked out. When she closed the door, her eyes swept over the room. She smiled and said one last sentence as if she was coaxing a child:

Whoever laughs well, who gives a good greeting, and who performs better than yesterday, I'll treat anyone to a sweet gourd later. I hope that Spring Flower, Great Fortune, and Zhaodi can all eat it.

CHAPTER 104 - FLOWER GRANNY

After closing the door, Qimu leaned against the door with her hands on her chest and closed her eyes. With a faint smile on her lips, she waited for the quarter of an hour to pass.

Honestly speaking, Qimu wasn't sure either. Could the three girls in the room change their appearances in just a quarter of an hour? Their faces were slightly smiling, their voices were slightly louder, and their demeanor was a bit more relaxed …

Qimu roughly ran through the reactions of the three girls in her mind. If they could do it well, that would be for the best. If they couldn't, then Qimu naturally had a way.

When you do things, you always have to leave a path of retreat, right?

A quarter of an hour later, Qimu knocked on the door. The one who opened the door for Qimu was Zhaodi, just as Qimu thought. Zhaodi was the youngest, but she was the most mature and intelligent of them all.

With such a heart, someone like Zhaodi, who had a clear mind, wouldn't not know what to do, but instead, know the best course of action.

Boss, good morning.

Zhaodi stood in front of Qimu and greeted her with a smile. Her voice was cold, respectful, and polite. It didn't sound too intimate, but it was very comfortable to listen to.

Qimu smiled and greeted Zhaodi as well, indicating for her to go to the side. Qimu was quite satisfied with Zhaodi's performance.

This girl had a sharp mind and knew how to act in people's hearts. She was indifferent in personality and had a faint smile, but she was still alright. She could serve the guests and be polite to them, but she didn't need to please them too much.

Qimu was actually more worried about Zhaodi's sister, Great Fortune. Great Fortune's personality was too weak. If she was in the shop, it would be fine. But if she wasn't, then who was going to take care of Great Fortune for her?

Sure enough, when Qimu's gaze swept over the other two, Spring Flower pursed her lips slightly. There was a tinge of nervousness in her eyes, but she still walked slowly towards Qimu.

As for Great Fortune, he acted like he was frightened and actually quietly took a step back and lowered his head without saying a word.

Qimu glanced indifferently at Great Fortune before focusing her gaze on Spring Flower. She smiled faintly, looking at Spring Flower with a gentle and encouraging gaze.

Big Boss, good morning.

Spring Flower was comforted by Qimu's smile and her eyes. She still looked nervous, but she bowed towards Qimu Fu with a natural and unrestrained manner. Her smile was shy yet bright, and her gentle voice carried a woman's gentleness.

The smile on Qimu's face intensified. She nodded slightly towards Spring Flower, her eyes brimming with affirmation. Spring Flower returned a smile and stood to the side as well.

Now, all that was left was Blessed with her head lowered. Qimu sighed in her heart, but she didn't show it on the surface. She calmly said,

"Great fortune, after you're done, I'll take you guys for a stroll around the streets. I'll buy you guys some decent clothes and eat some sweets that you girls like to eat.

When Big Fu heard this, the hand on the corner of her clothes slowly loosened. She slightly raised her head and glanced at Qimu. Seeing her warm smile, she timidly walked up to Qimu.

Boss, good morning.

Qimu smiled as she nodded, but within her heart, ten thousand mud horses galloped past. This was the sound of an idea. If she wasn't standing in front of her, would she have heard it?

He can be considered an adult, and yet he still looks like this …

However, Qimu didn't have to worry too much about this. A timid person who had been introverted for more than ten years wouldn't be able to change it either. As long as Big Fortune was a good person and well-behaved, she would be able to wait a year or so.

Let's go downstairs. Granny Zhang will take us for a stroll on the street.

When you're on the street, don't just look at the new things on the street, but listen carefully to what Granny Zhang has to say.

Granny has lived here for dozens of years. Listen to her and you will be able to get away with it.

Also, Zhaodi, Spring Flower, Big Fortune, when you guys go downstairs, you must greet Grandma and Uncle Zhang first.

You have to know that the food you ate yesterday and this morning belonged to two old people. As people, you must repay this kindness.

Smile happily on your face. You'd be in a better mood if you let others see it.

As Qimu led the three girls down the stairs, she did not forget to instruct them about the various matters. It wasn't because she liked to talk too much.

However, if she didn't say anything, these girls might just be as useless as a block of wood.

He wanted to earn more money for the cabbages, but he was worried about selling them. He was probably talking about Qimu's condition.

Qimu was gratified that these three girls were very obedient. They greeted anyone they saw downstairs, especially Spring