My Role Model

The next morning, because Senior Brother Guo had a hangover, Feng Jiu started her chores first. As soon as she entered the courtyard, the fat steward smiled at her and greeted: "I knew you would be the first one to arrive kid, come here, come here."

"Good morning Steward." She stepped forward obediently and bowed respectfully, her eyes crinkled up as she smiled at the fat manger: "That's fine. You went to the Eighth Peak yesterday, come. These are herbs that the Martial Uncle Duan from the Eighth Peak needs. Once you've picked the herbs, send it over quickly." He handed over a piece of paper to Feng Jiu with the names of the herbs written on it. 

When Feng Jiu heard this, she replied happily: "Sure thing!" She was able to go to the Eighth Peak early in the morning, perhaps she would meet her mother again.