So she didn't bother explaining further on this matter.
"Quickly, go prepare some wine and dishes for the young master," the Old Woman said.
Lin Fan chuckled, "Oh, that's too kind. I'm troubling you two ladies. I particularly enjoy chicken soup. If there's a chicken, I'd appreciate it if you could prepare one for me."
The Old Woman stared at Lin Fan. She had never met someone who made such straightforward requests. Fine, fine, let's satisfy his wish. Just don't regret it later, that's all.
"Young master, where do you hail from, and where did you come from?" the Old Woman asked. Feigning politeness to establish rapport and lower his guard.
Lin Fan replied, "I call the four seas my home; I come from far away."
The Old Woman felt reluctant to continue chatting with him. For some reason, this person seemed odd, though she couldn't pinpoint why.
Before long...
The two women returned, carrying wine and dishes.
