Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart-Chapter 770 - 767: What’s His Is Yours

After leaving the Xing Mansion, Shen Qinglan and Old Tang returned together to Shengxiang Restaurant.

By the time she finished writing the letter to Duan Yunfei and came out, darkness had already descended, and the cold wind swept through the streets, causing the red lanterns in front of each shop to flicker up and down.

Standing now at the entrance of Shengxiang Restaurant, she gazed at the increasingly silent street for a while before preparing to leave.

"Miss Shen," Old Tang walked out from the restaurant, "take an umbrella, it seems it will snow."

"Thank you!" Shen Qinglan accepted the umbrella and nodded slightly in gratitude.

"Will Miss Shen stay in town overnight, or return to the village?" asked Old Tang, "If heading back to the village, I can have Qian San accompany you."

"I’m not returning tonight, I’ll head back early tomorrow." Shen Qinglan smiled faintly, "Tomorrow, I may come to Old Tang to borrow a carriage."

"What is the young lady saying?" replied Old Tang, "This Shengxiang Restaurant belongs to the Young Master, everything here is his, and what is his is yours. For the young lady to use is to take, not to ask."

Shen Qinglan smiled, "Alright, I’ll come by tomorrow to borrow—or rather, take—a carriage."

"Alright!" Old Tang laughed, "Miss, return early; it will snow soon."

"Then I’ll be on my way!"

Shen Qinglan nodded slightly to Old Tang once more, then with the umbrella in hand, headed toward Baihua Lane.

Halfway there, the sky indeed began to snow lightly, a cold wind accompanying the snow, causing her exposed skin to feel a chill.

Baihua Lane was deserted, with only her walking along, passing by homes in the alley where faint lantern lights could be glimpsed inside.

"Third Miss!"

Shao Yi opened the door in surprise at the sound, seemingly not expecting her to return at this hour.

"Uncle Shao." Shen Qinglan smiled slightly upon entering the door.

Curiously, Shao Yi asked, "Why does the Third Miss return at such a time?"

"I delivered the New Year gifts to Mr. Xing and chatted a while more, then went to Shengxiang Restaurant to handle some matters; by the time I came out, it was already late."

She smiled again and said, "The roads are slippery at night, not easy to walk, so I came back to stay for a night."

"Ah Yi, did I just hear the voice of the Third Miss?"

Ms. Yang came forward slowly through the snow, carrying a lantern in one hand and a food box in the other.

"Aunt Yang." Shen Qinglan called out.

The moment Ms. Yang heard her, she was delighted, hastening her steps through the snow, "It really is the Third Miss!"

Seeing her movements, Shao Yi exclaimed in an exasperated tone, "Oh, take it slower, lest you fall again."

"Did Aunt Yang fall?" Shen Qinglan frowned, "Was she hurt?"

"No worries, no worries!" Ms. Yang laughed as she approached, "Just hurried yesterday and accidentally fell down, merely scraped the skin, no big issue."

"Step inside, it’s quite cold out here."

Ms. Yang handed the food box to Shao Yi before taking her hand and leading her into the south chamber.

"Has the young lady eaten?" asked Ms. Yang, "I just made a rib soup, how about going back for a bowl of hot soup first?"

"Now that you mention it, I am feeling a bit hungry," Shen Qinglan replied with a smile, "I certainly can’t miss the delicious soup Aunt Yang makes."

"Nonsense!" Ms. Yang laughed, "Haven’t seen you for months, and the Third Miss’s sweet talk remains the same."

Shen Qinglan said, "I’m just speaking the truth."

The soup Ms. Yang makes is indeed delicious; next time, I’ll have Fu Dong come back to learn a trick or two from her, so even in the village, we can enjoy good soup.

"You better hurry and take the Third Miss back," Shao Yi laid out the food box and smiled, "She’s probably not eaten yet; don’t let her go hungry."