The Marchioness was very clear about her family's dislike for her intimate family. It was impossible for her to treat a villager so well.
Moreover, it was still good for people to come for reasons like looking for a job. It would be terrible if they harbored evil intentions.
The few young ladies and young masters in this house were not old.
Han Laoshi's thoughts churned.
"I can't survive outside anymore, so I shamelessly came here." He said.
"If you're here, then stay. Madam is a kind-hearted person. She will make appropriate arrangements for you." Oldman Zeng said drowsily.
The weather was so hot that he felt like he was going to be roasted.
While Oldman Zeng was beginning to worry about the heat, Aunt Zhao came over and asked them to drink some iced green bean soup.
"Quick, quick, let's go, let's go."
They quickly went to eat the green bean soup.
Han Laoshi followed behind, his eyes looking around.