The Fallen Medicine Woman: The Daily Life of Chun Nuan-Chapter 379 - 216_2

"So what do we do now?"

Qingsheng was dumbfounded.

He really, sincerely wanted to... Yes, yes, yes, he was wrong; he called her ’mom’ a bit too early.

"What can you do? Stop being so vulgar," Zhao Minghua glanced at his food box, "I was worried you wouldn’t have dinner, but it turns out you got special treatment. You are what you eat; I think you should eat some pig brains."

After saying this, Zhao Minghua put down the food box and left.

"Why? Young Master, why do I need to eat pig brains?"

Qingsheng asked loudly from behind.

Zhao Minghua didn’t answer him and let him figure it out himself.

Qingsheng thought about it for a long time but couldn’t understand.

"Oh, I’m such a pig brain."

He slapped his forehead and came to his senses; the Young Master was actually calling him a pig brain and meant he needed to nourish his brain.

Oh well...

He indeed seemed a bit dim-witted.

Zhao Minghua returned to the main house and told Chun Nuan what he had seen.

"Can you believe this kid, he’s usually quite sharp, why did his brain short-circuit now, how could he treat the girl that way?" Zhao Minghua truly couldn’t understand.

"Maybe he’s just used to running his mouth," Chun Nuan said, "or perhaps he got too excited and blurted it out impulsively."

In other words, Qingsheng has no filter on his mouth.

"Then he deserves it, really no brains," Zhao Minghua considered changing who he worked with.

"Zhong Xiaoshan isn’t bad."

After following him for a day, the kid showed sound judgment.

"It’s not a bad thing to have another person by your side, let Qingsheng and Zhong Xiaoshan take turns attending to you."

Can’t rely too much on one person.

"I also talked to Uncle Zhong about Xiaoshan; he’s very grateful."

"Xiaoshan has a good temperament, sharp mind, working by your side promises a better future."

At the Zhong family, Uncle Zhong was discussing this matter with his family.

"The young master told me today that Xiaoshan should work by his side."

"Does that mean Xiaoshan won’t be staying at home anymore?"

Aunt Zhong’s first reaction was this, just feeling... she’d miss her son.

"From now on, wherever the young master goes, Xiaoshan goes," Uncle Zhong said, "don’t let your thoughts hinder the child’s future, serving the young master is a rare privilege many only dream of."

Women sometimes lack perspective; if it were up to her, she would definitely have all sorts of objections.

"No, I just thought Xiaoshan would rarely come home, and since he’d be going out with the young master to meet people, should I prepare him a couple of decent outfits."

The clothes Xiaoshan wore now were ones his older brother couldn’t wear, although without patches on patches, they were only about 40% new.

Working by the master’s side, wearing shabby clothes would be embarrassing to the master.

"Mm, you’ve thought this through; it’s time to make two sets of clothes for Xiaoshan."

"Dad, Mom, you might not know, generally the servants by the master’s side have clothes for all four seasons, no need to make them yourself."

Zhong Xiaoying reminded them.

"Right, right, look at me, I forgot something so important," Uncle Zhong slapped his head, "indeed, the ones serving by the master’s side have clothes for all four seasons, uniformly colored and styled to avoid mismatched appearances."

"So I shouldn’t prepare anything?"

"Still better to prepare two sets for him to change," Uncle Zhong said, "Xiaoshan is growing day by day, make the clothes a bit loose, lest he outgrows them by next year."

"Naturally."

Aunt Zhong was quite experienced in making clothes.

With many children to raise, the older ones’ new clothes would generally last two years, if they couldn’t be worn anymore, they were passed down, patched up for the younger ones, lasting several more years.

When finally unwearable, they were torn apart to make soles for layered shoes.

All in all, frugality was her strong suit.

"So get on with it quickly; when the young master decides to leave, Xiaoshan will go with him."

Uncle Zhong turned to his daughter and said, "Your needlework is good, help your mother make clothes for Xiaoshan, can’t have him dressed in rags going to the Zhao family."

"Okay, I’ll help."

"Speaking of which," Aunt Zhong remembered something important, "That Qingsheng... his father, what do you think of Xiaoying..."

As soon as Zhong Xiaoying heard Qingsheng’s name, she remembered his rudeness when she delivered soup in the evening, both annoyed and embarrassed.

"Xiaoying, what’s your opinion?"

Uncle Zhong could also see that Qingsheng had an interest in Xiaoying, and his daughter was actually quite decent.

"I will follow my parents’ wishes."

Xiaoying’s face turned beet red, she made an excuse to do laundry and ran off.

"This child, so shy."