But before she could speak, she heard Yu Daming from behind Wang Youbao say, "Today is the young master's birthday; in previous years, when the old master was here, he would celebrate for the young master. This year, the young master is by himself, and since he doesn't wish to celebrate, no arrangements were made in the manor."
Wang Youbao turned around and scolded, "Mind your own business!"
Yu Daming immediately bowed his head, remaining silent. Anyway, he had said all he needed to.
An Jing realized then that the poor fellow had no warmth at home and had come here seeking it.
"Your birthday, ah? Not bad, not bad, finally turned seventeen," An Jing said with a smile, "But my household lacks white flour. Otherwise, I would make you a bowl of longevity noodles."
Wang Youbao chuckled innocently, "No worries, no worries, I just really came for a visit."
I believe you, yeah right.
