Wufu invited Xiao Li to sit down and had Hongyu serve tea.
"The house is modest, and we don't have any fine tea," Wufu said with a smile.
Xiao Li chuckled and replied, "Miss, you jest. As a mere servant, how could I distinguish the quality of tea? Even plain water would not be scoffed at."
"There's no need for self-deprecation in my presence. You are Ninth Master's favored attendant; what haven't you seen of the finer things?" Wufu gently chided, deducing from Ah Jiu's demeanor that he must be the son of a significant household.
Servants from such families would certainly not lack discernment, would they?
Xiao Li grinned broadly, "Miss, you flatter me!"
Wufu smiled, then spoke earnestly, "In fact, I have a request to ask of Ninth Master. Please listen and relay the message for me."
"Please speak, Miss."
