"Alright, stop prying. You should head down the mountain soon. It's already midday with all this delay." Tong Sanlang stood up, dusted off his clothes, and added, "If you're short on money, you can sell your tofu recipe at Jiwei Residence."
"If you're going to move, you should do it sooner rather than later."
Qiao Xiaomai looked at him, maintaining her silence.
"By the way, about Yang Ye, Prince Wei... If you really do not want to be his kitchen maid, you can teach your skills to his chef instead. He may love food more than beauty, and if he can't satisfy his appetite, he might not let the matter rest."
"But you don't have to be too afraid. He's never been the type to bully people with his power. If you speak to him earnestly, you should be able to resolve this peacefully."
Qiao Xiaomai remained silent.
Tong Sanlang met her gaze. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, then he forced a smile, his handsome face softening. "I'll go down the mountain first."
