With a guilty conscience for taking advantage, Zhao Minghua seriously began restoring the ancient book in his hand.
Not to mention, at least he wasn't getting lost in his thoughts anymore.
It wasn't until Qingsheng came to call him for a meal that he was pulled back to reality from his focused restoration work.
"What's for lunch today?"
"As per your instructions, everything is based on the young mistress's taste. So, my mother made just what the young mistress likes."
"You kid, you really know how to serve."
Zhao Minghua expressed his satisfaction.
"Your family's young master has finally married; you're not young anymore either. You can start looking for a wife. Is there a girl you fancy? I'll back you up."
"Thank you, young master, but I'm not smart enough to find a girl I like yet."
Mostly because he was dazzled; they all looked great, but he didn't know which girl would be willing to settle down with him.
