The young daughter-in-law from the Zhu family suddenly turned pale, looking at her in horror.
Having lived here for a long time, Lin Qiao's personality had gradually emerged. It never felt abrupt; if anything, she seemed to be propping up the household.
Perhaps the young daughter-in-law from the Zhu family had spoken with the man from the second branch of the Fan family, and fearing they might be ousted, Fan Er came to the shop to find her.
At that time, Lin Qiao was busy serving porridge. When she saw him, she was not surprised, "What do you want?"
Judging by appearance alone, Fan Er looked simple and honest, but he indeed said those words back in the mountains that day.
Indeed, whether a man is honest or not has nothing to do with his appearance.
Fan Er glanced at her, "I... I want a bowl of noodles."
"Two taels or three taels?"
"Three taels."
"Okay, have a seat inside. It'll be ready soon."
