Bo Yanching led her out from behind and ruffled her hair, "Quietly, don't speak loudly, or your master really won't forgive you."
Nan Jiaojiao responded listlessly with an "Oh."
In this world, the ones she least feared were Jiang Yu and Pei Dongshi.
In front of these two, she always had the courage of a "dead pig not fearing scalding water."
Moreover, Jiang Yu truly doted on her. Glancing at the dining table, two-thirds of the dishes were her favorites.
Regarding the red wine Bo Yanching brought, Jiang Yu merely took a look, then had the servant store it in the wine cellar.
She grabbed the two jars of Shochu Liquor that Nan Jiaojiao bought, skillfully untied the rope, removed the red cloth, and poured a bowl.
"Yanqing, don't mind me. I usually like drinking this. Red wine is only for those half-baked acquaintances, just for show. It's not as strong as Shochu."
