Yue Guan Had Three Little Scores to Settle, and Zorua Remembered None of Them

Zorua did not dare nod.

It first looked at Pancham. Pancham held the empty basket, his face equally full of confusion.

Seeing their expressions, Yue Guan was already laughing inwardly, though he remained unhurried on the surface.

"First, those three pots of fragrant herbs."

He pointed his silver shears toward the base of the western wall.

"The day before yesterday, you said they tasted good and promised to move them beneath the window for me. The pots aren't heavy, but I'm afraid Boss Xia would eat all the leaves on the way over."

Pancham leaned forward to look.

Three pots of seedlings sat neatly beneath the wall. Their leaves were tender green, and several sprigs in the outermost pot had already grown past the rim.

Zorua looked over as well.

This should be manageable.

It had only lowered its head halfway when Yue Guan continued.

"And that piece of blue cloth. Last time, tea spilled onto the account book. You took it to soak up the water and said you'd wash it clean before returning it to me."

Fake Xia Che's half-lowered head froze.

Where was the cloth?

It had no idea.

"Third, one of the nails on the drying rack to the south came loose. You spoke quite nicely this morning, saying you'd give it a couple of taps before dinner."

Yue Guan glanced at the sky and sighed.

"I can already smell the food, yet I still haven't heard a hammer."

The more Zorua listened, the quieter it became.

So being Xia Che came with so many things to do.

Pancham stepped closer and lightly bumped it with his shoulder. Zorua shrank to the side, and the young man in the illusion shifted sideways by half a step with it.

Yue Guan set down the silver shears.

"Usually,