Bo Qin smiles softly, "Little kid."
Mrs. Lin laughs, "Calling Little Miss a little kid doesn't really seem right either. After all, Little Miss has her own ideas, but her temper is genuinely good. She never gets impatient with us servants and often worries if we have enough to eat, letting us sit at the table."
Bo Qin nods, "It should be so; you've spent so much time with her. To her, you are already like family."
Mrs. Lin couldn't deny it. Even her son said that the little miss she cares for has a good temperament and a nice character. She often gave Mrs. Lin bags of things to take home, like the bird's nest, without worrying about the cost, telling her to take it back to nourish her postpartum daughter-in-law.
Mrs. Lin didn't want to accept it, but there was no way to refuse, so she took everything home.
