Jian Qingqing heard the commotion and looked outside. She happened to see her grandfather bringing Ming Zhiyan in. She handed the spatula to her aunt who was helping her. She quickly went out to welcome him. "My Lord, why are you here?"
Ming Zhiyan's lips twitched slightly and revealed a smile. "I heard that your new house is having a banquet. I took the liberty of coming here to ask for a bowl of wine to drink."
"Sure, sure. Please take a seat first. The dishes will be ready soon."
Jian Qingqing was going to make him a pot of tea. The villagers were not used to this stuff, so she only bought some to keep as a precaution.
Ming Zhiyan stopped her. "Miss Jian, you don't have to be so polite. Please don't mind me."
Jian Qingqing still went into the kitchen and made him a pot of tea. She did not know how much of a shock their conversation had left the villagers.
"My, My Lord?" Old Man Jian asked with his mouth agape.
