Nan Jiaojiao said, "Then no need to rush, I have something to go out for and I'll be back in the evening. Just make dinner, we'll eat when we come back."
Aunt Mou didn't ask what it was, she agreed happily. "That's fine, Young Master Pei will be back tonight too, and Mr. Bo as well. Mist Garden is rarely this lively. Today I'll cook, I'll make a few dishes you like, Miss."
Nan Jiaojiao was amused. In her words, even Pei Dongshi was just brushed past, mentioned in passing, yet when it came to cooking they still went according to Nan Jiaojiao's taste.
She really had been spoiled. Sometimes she was rather proud of it—growing up indulged and doted on, yet her views and character hadn't gone crooked, and she hadn't developed a willful temper. That really wasn't easy.
Nan Jiaojiao drove herself.
