"Zhen'er, Zhen'er, serve the guest some tea!"
Third Master Liang had barely ushered Yang Zhengshan into the back hall when he called for tea.
"Coming!" A crisp voice rang out from the rear courtyard.
Yang Zhengshan had only been seated a moment when a young girl in a blue cloth dress entered carrying tea.
"Please have some tea, sir," the girl said with a gentle smile.
Yang Zhengshan looked her over from head to toe.
The little girl was quite pretty, with delicate features and clear eyes. Her dark eyes looked especially bright and pure, while her round face still carried a trace of baby fat.
Neither gaudy nor vulgar, neither proud nor rash—she was rather endearing.
"Is that your daughter?" Yang Zhengshan asked casually when he saw Third Master Liang enter carrying two bolts of cloth.
"Hehe, she's my eldest daughter," Third Master Liang replied just as casually.
"She's a diligent, good girl," Yang Zhengshan added.
When the little girl had served the tea just now, he had noticed that her fingers were not the kind that never touched spring water. Instead, they bore a few thin calluses.
A girl like her naturally would not be laboring in the fields. The calluses on her hands had likely been worn down by needlework.
The moment he said that, Third Master Liang, who had not cared much before, abruptly changed expression. There was now a hint of wariness in the way he looked at him.
The little girl, meanwhile, quietly withdrew from the back hall.
Casually commenting on another family's daughter was a highly taboo thing to do.
Especially for an unmarried girl. It was already not easy for her to show her face in public, let alone be judged to her face by an unfamiliar man.
Yet Third Master Liang