Lin Wanwan let out a long breath, her eyes showing a look of understanding. She took the silk handkerchief from Hua Nong to wipe her hands, then stood up and said, "I'm leaving, Uncle Clan Leader."
"Come back, take the cloth."
"Oh come on, this is my gift for the New Year to honor you, old man!"
"Quickly take it away! What old man, I'm not old yet, dear niece!"
Lin Wanwan's cloth, of course, was not given away in the end. The principled Clan Leader of the Lin Clan was stern and refused to accept any bribe. Whatever she said was to no avail.
Oh well, next year there would be more people at the school, probably time to ask a few of the clan's women to help Hua Nong with cooking duties. The clean-loving Mrs. Qian would be perfect for kitchen work. At that time, not only could we give them wages, but also provide them a meal.
