Speaking of which, she turned back and stared seriously into Meng's eyes, "Honestly, if that person comes to find you and offers a lot of Silver Coins to take you to 'do great things', would you go?"
Meng Yuhuai looked at her somewhat helplessly and then suddenly curled the edges of his lips, "I'm afraid you'd chop me with a kitchen knife."
"Ha..."
He rarely joked, and Hua Xiaomai, very charitably, burst into loud laughter, her voice particularly loud in the quiet winter night, quickly covering her mouth with her hand.
The kitchen, which was closest to Old Lady Meng's room, with the sounds of chopping ribs and slicing radishes and their laughter, easily drifted through the door and into her ears. She felt a wave of irritation and wanted to throw off the covers, get out of bed, and go over to scold them, but held back because she somewhat feared her son.
