Madam Cheng smiled awkwardly, but Cheng Haoxuan clapped his hands with a laugh and said, "Finally, someone sensible speaks. Mother, honestly, if you all want to go eat, just go. Why do you need to pretend it's about discussing business?"
Having spent a year in the Red Smoke Pavilion, what Cheng Haoxuan found most disdainful was the subtle intrigue and backstabbing among the women; one day they were chatting cheerfully, and the next, they were spreading rumors about each other.
Lady Jiang's expression turned somewhat unsightly, while Lady Liu gave a light cough and lowered her head to play with the young Yong Yan in her arms.
Madam Cheng glared at her son and said to Luo Sangu, "Miss Luo, you're refreshingly straightforward. But it's nearly noon now. Shall we have lunch first before we talk about the embroidery designs, how about that?"
