Old Man Jian chuckled, "Alright, Alright, Alright, then... Don't call me Master. It sounds strange, just call me Uncle."
Jian Dalang and Mother Jian had just arrived and were confused. Jian Dalang asked curiously, "What Master? Isn't he the worker Qingqing invited?"
Old Man Jian slapped his hand angrily. "What worker! That's the Lord that the Emperor sent to help our Big Sister! The Emperor sent him!"
"Ah?" Jian Dalang looked at Jiang Cheng in a daze, as if the world had turned into a fantasy. He asked in disbelief, "Is he really sent by the Emperor?"
Jian Qing nodded and said, "That's enough, Grandfather, Father. There's nothing strange about it. After all, we have a lot to do. Of course, the Emperor will send someone to supervise us."
However, why did they still feel that this matter was like a dream no matter how they thought about it?
