With a loud "bang," a gust of wind blew past, and the window before Zhao Minghua slammed shut.
"Young Master, the wind is picking up, there's going to be a heavy rain."
"I'm not blind."
A scorching summer day, a heavy downpour is just normal.
"Looks like tonight we'll have to stay in town, Young Master. Should we stay at the tea house or go back to the old master's place?"
"Why would I go back to listen to them nag?" Zhao Minghua glanced at Qingsheng: "Can't I have a moment's peace?"
"Alright, alright, I'll tidy up the bed then. Also, Young Master, what are we having for dinner tonight?"
"Whatever they make, we'll eat that. We're here to work, not indulge ourselves."
"Yes."
Oh, Qingsheng thought it was so tough, why is the young master so temperamental?
Being a servant isn't easy either, following the young master around all day, and having to climb stairs to see if Miss Xiao is doing business with Old Master Zhang.
