Housekeeper Su's face looked full of joy. Liyuan had been quiet for a long time; Mr. Jiu liked peace and rarely entertained guests.
In the early years, a lady from the Su Family's extended branch once caught Mr. Jiu's eye. Unfortunately, later on, she clashed with him and was never allowed into Liyuan again.
However, this Miss Qin, in her demeanor and features, bore some resemblance to that Miss Su—though her personality seemed more endearing.
"Ninth Uncle, here, try this braised lion's head meatball."
As she spoke, she picked up a piece with her chopsticks and placed it in Mr. Jiu's bowl. His expression softened as he praised her:
"Good girl, Little Jin'er always takes care of me."
Lu Qing sat there with an air of refined elegance, like a noble gentleman. He scoffed lightly and glanced at her.
No reaction!
He scoffed again, but still—no reaction!
Unable to take it anymore, he called out loudly:
"Qin Miaomiao!"
"Huh? What's the matter?"
