"The lady is actually quite nice, don't you think so, Master?" Lu Chuan glanced at him carefully.
Chu Heng gave him a look that was neither cold nor warm, causing Lu Chuan to shiver and quickly lower his head, not daring to ask any further.
They returned to the estate.
Servants had already prepared water for them.
Chu Ziluo took the lead, placing the strawberries she had picked into a clean bowl and sprinkling a little salt into it.
Zhao Qingqing exclaimed, "Chu Ziluo... my niece!"
Chu Ziluo looked up at her, unable to suppress a laugh: "How should I address you?"
In fact, Zhao Qingqing was not much older—only fifteen years of age, while Chu Ziluo was also ten this year. The two of them really should get along, but since Ye Muyu appeared young and was also good at cooking, Zhao Qingqing was completely captivated by her, and without a second thought, she decided it was better to be friends than to act like an elder.
