'That sly old fox,' she thought. 'First, he has me covering two posts, and now he's saddling me with a pile of apprentices. Isn't he just trying to tie me down for good and squeeze me for every last drop of my talent?'
Zhu Yun wasn't old-fashioned. She wasn't as possessive of her craft as others were. 'Let them learn. Only a fool would pass up a good opportunity.'
Suddenly, she had so many sons and daughters—bah, apprentices. It was one way of putting down roots here, she supposed.
"Alright, let's go talk over there." It was still early. Zhu Yun had temporarily entrusted her usual tasks to Sister-in-law Qian and Xu Xiaohui. The desserts and cold drinks had been made yesterday to test their reception today, so for once, she was unusually free.
The round-faced girl was really playing the part of a little squad leader, calling out commands like "Fall in! Right face! Dress right, dress! Goose-step..."
