“Little Brother, please don’t be mistaken!”
The women was taken aback, her entire demeanor giving off a feeling of wildness as she quickly let out a light laugh. She raised her hand in the direction of the confucian scholar by her side.
Immediately the confucian scholar chuckled as he ran over to him. He heartily pulled Miao Yi’s arm, politely inviting him back.
One of the laymen moved the cook’s large bag and laid it flat beside him, reaching out his hand to Miao Yi as he signalled him to sit.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Miao Yi waved his hand and said, “I’ll just squat.”
The confucian scholar half forcingly pressed him down to sit.
Miao Yi reluctantly consented and sat down, facing the group as he smiled awkwardly, “Excuse me.”
“It’s alright. You’re the guest.” The woman generously waved her hands, taking the seat in front of Miao Yi.
