Old Madam Yin was also pleasantly surprised when she saw her grandson approaching. A look of contentment spread across her face as she smiled and asked, "What made you suddenly think of bringing flowers to your sisters?"
Yin Huo replied, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and Grandmother, didn't you instruct the steward to prepare festival gifts for my sisters? Today, when I saw these flowers, I thought my sisters would definitely like them, so I bought them."
Old Madam Yin nodded repeatedly and smiled, "That's good. Let's charge it to the public account. Where is the florist?"
She knew this grandchild well; he definitely wouldn't carry money with him when he went out, and the servant, Changshou, wouldn't carry much either. These exotic and rare plants were obviously not cheap.
Yin Huo said, "Let Changshou pay the florist. He's asked the florist to wait outside."
Old Madam Yin nodded and glanced at Daya, who went off to inform Changshou and the household accountant.
