The morning breeze blew gently, tender yet cool, like the hand of a mother returning after drawing water from the well in the morning, softly stroking her still-sleeping child.
It was an ancient metaphor. How many people still had to fetch water from a well in the morning to cook these days?
Times changed; only a mother's love for her child remained unchanged.
Perhaps Ye Chenyu's indulgence of Ye Jijin back then had set an example. Su Mei felt entirely justified in indulging her own daughter as well. Whenever Zhu Juntang did something extravagantly wasteful, Su Mei would think of how Ye Chenyu had treated Ye Jijin in those days and decide it was nothing much.
What was the big deal about treating people to meals? Think of all the ambitious kings throughout history—hadn't they all scattered their fortunes to recruit talented people from across the land? At the very least, they held daily feasts with fine wine and meat for their disciples and retainers.
"She's making such a huge fuss over washing her hands in a golden basin. If she really inherits the position of Sect Master of the Nine Provinces Wind and Thunder Sword Sect someday, won't she have to team up with the Spring Festival Gala and hand out red packets to the entire country? Given her status as Third Miss Zhu, she'd have to put up at least eight or ten billion, wouldn't she?" Liu Chang'an suggested sincerely.
That wasn't much at all... Su Mei somewhat suspected that after all these years of living as an ordinary person, Liu Chang'an had truly become thrifty.
When it came to many things, Su Mei only considered whether they were needed and whether they were necessary, rather than being constrained by budgets. After all, she had made quite a