"Hmm, my lord?"
"You're really not suited for this kind of matchmaking. Promise me, don't force yourself like this next time."
The last time, it was Ke that A Ming brought.
A Ming nodded.
"Is there a lot of wine in the cellar?"
"So much that I can't taste it all."
"Then cherish this opportunity."
"I will, my lord."
At this moment, He Chunlai walked in and said to Zheng Fan:
"My lord, Miss Liu Ruqing has come to deliver green bean soup."
In the middle of winter, bringing iced green bean soup indeed feels somewhat out of place.
But whether or not to drink the soup is secondary, just seeing who brings the soup is enough.
As soon as Liu Ruqing came in, A Ming and others naturally dispersed.
"Uncle, grandmother ordered me to bring this green bean soup. The soup is delivered, but the Qingfang Room here is ultimately not a warm hall. Just placing it here as a gesture is enough."
"Miss Ruqing is truly considerate."
"Uncle is teasing me."
