The man with the handlebar mustache said excitedly, "It's me, Young Master! I can't believe I'm seeing you here."
He then turned and ordered all the refugees.
"Put down your weapons!"
The man was clearly a leader among the refugees, for as soon as he spoke, they all obeyed.
Seeing this, Shen Ningning gestured for him to come inside. "Uncle, you must be exhausted from your journey. Let's sit down and talk."
As she passed Ye Shangyi, the little one whispered, "Have the servants take all the sweet potatoes to the kitchen and make a big pot of porridge for them."
Ye Shangyi's eyes widened.
'Serve this crowd of refugees?'
But seeing that Shen Ningning had already led the man inside, she had no choice but to follow the little one's instructions and give the order.
When the refugees heard there would soon be a hot meal for them, they were overjoyed.
They all obediently found a place sheltered from the wind, sat down, and waited, rubbing their hands together for warmth.
