Xu Changqing, carrying over some water, nodded when she heard this. She was tempted to ask if he wanted her to bring back something valuable, but then thought better of it. 'There's no need.'
Her father's explanation was a little *too* detailed, like someone protesting their innocence a bit too much, but she figured she'd understand what he meant once she saw Grandma Tian.
'Then there's the matter of Shen Weimin. She'd brought him up yesterday. A night has passed, and she'd already opened, prepared, and drunk the malted milk extract. Shouldn't her father be asking what she thought about him?'
'If I really don't approve of him, isn't there still that tin of malted milk extract you brought back last time in the east room? He could just let me swap them. But he hasn't said a thing?'
'What does he mean? Could it be…' Xu Changqing glanced at her father and saw him starting to hose down the pigsty. He was out of water again. It really wasn't a good time to bring the topic up.
