Li Zhuiyuan really hadn't expected that this woman, who had just crawled back from death and barely awakened, would ask that as her very first question.
The youth stepped out of the room.
Granny Yao stood at the end of the corridor waiting; Li Zhuiyuan went over.
"Young master," she said, making a gesture inviting him in.
Inside there was only one table.
On it: two cold dishes, three hot dishes and a winter melon soup, with a set of bowls and chopsticks.
Given the rush, nothing elaborate could be prepared — just homely dishes, kept clean, and even deliberately plated nicely.
Granny Yao didn't come in with him but left at once.
The meaning was clear: he was to eat alone.
Li Zhuiyuan had already said earlier that excessive familiarity made him uncomfortable, but Granny Yao simply couldn't imagine bringing her whole household to dine with the young master.
She couldn't, in good conscience, force herself to be utterly unreserved, either.
So this — this was the compromise.
Granny Yao's family ate in the other room.
Li Zhuiyuan could even hear Granny Yao's two grandsons asking why they were eating elsewhere today.
Granny Yao ignored them and kept repeating the cautions they needed to remember.
Yao Nian'en just ate like a pig.
His wife couldn't help but ask if the youth was some big shot.
Yao Nian'en reached to poke his wife.