The sky was already dark, and the snow had stopped falling. In winter in Jiangnan, it did not snow for long, and it did not even snow often.
"This servant doesn't dare." Su Mei became even more nervous.
Ye Muyu was speechless.
She felt that this method would not work, so she gently told a story about the harmonious co-existence between master and servant.
Slowly, Su Mei became less nervous and her conversation with Ye Muyu became more natural.
"Madam, today is the first winter snow and the weather has turned cold. This servant heard from the old nanny that it is not cold when it snows, but it is cold when it melts. At night, this servant will put two braziers in the room, is that okay?"
"Sure. When the time comes, open a hole in the window to prevent it from being too smelly."
"By the way, do you have quilts in the servants' room?" Ye Muyu asked as she walked along the corridor to the dining room.
