Xiao Qian'er's expression was calm, "It's not yet time to serve tea to the lady. We will wait until you go to Duyou City. Besides..."

She tilted her head, leaned forward slightly, and whispered: "You really want to come to Duyou City, right? No, no? Su Yawei, please think clearly, Duyou City is not like this."

The Taiqing Mansion in this small Dali is not the small Ziwei Pavilion. If you really enter this house and do the fake thing, you will never regret it."

The girl looked at the expression of the stunning woman in the black dress with a half-smile.

Still don’t forget to knock it out.

"Okay...Thank you, Sister Qian'er, for the tip."

Su Qingdai lowered her eyes and took a sip of the slightly hot tea.

"However, the Nu family has said it a long time ago, Ziyu... Wherever the master goes, the Nu family will go. He is the true son of the Nu family, and it is still the same now."

She raised her head, towards Xiao Qian'er and the quiet main room behind her, and nodded seriously: "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Zhao and Sister Qian'er. Dai'er will be here immediately after handling her parents' household affairs."

There was still no response from the main room, but then the footsteps of some men descending to the ground were heard.

Xiao Qian'er glanced at Su Qingdai but didn't reply.

Not long after.

Su Qingdai finished her tea and left politely.

…

A stunning woman in a black dress left the elegant courtyard.

Turn your back and walk slowly towards the bamboo forest ahead.

Where you come from, where you go back.

The same goes for the delicate food box in her hand. She brought it in and now she brought it out completely.

There is no such thing as loss or grievance.

But not many of them stepped into the joy of the old Zhao family.

Su Qingdai squinted her eyes and looked at Moon Festival Mountain again.

“It looks so close in front of you, but actually you have to walk there, but it’s far away.”

Su Qingdai suddenly remembered that a divorced girl named Channu once told her that her character was like this mountain offering sacrifices to the moon, neither close nor far, neither cold nor hot, and it was difficult to truly fall in love with someone.

…

The lukewarm woman was lost in thought when she unknowingly carried the food box, left the elegant courtyard and entered the bamboo forest.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from behind her.

"Hey, Su Qingdai, wait a minute."

Su Qingdai was startled and looked back.

"master?"

"You are not a master, don't listen to Qian'er's nonsense. If they are not here, you will call me how you used to call me, and you will call me what you call me now..."

Zhao Rong trotted to Su Qingdai.

After fighting all night, he only admitted that he had a little bit of futility. Before he could stop, Zhao Rong directly grabbed the food box in her hand.

Open the lid.

Without saying anything, he picked up the bowl of porridge and poured it into his mouth.

"Huh~ I'm starving to death. Also, Qing Dai, don't leave yet. Let's have a chat."
Chapter completed!