Mother Lin thought her mind worked in truly novel ways.
Wouldn't most people worry about having their thoughts exposed? How had that turned into a fear of growing old for her?
Huahua: [It's fine, it's fine. Host, you're a thousand-year-old Green Tea Spirit. You won't age. Want to try a Huazi stick?]
Jiang Shuyue casually picked up a pastry called a Huazi.
It looked rather like a cigarette, but it tasted sweet, crisp and flaky, with a rich milky fragrance.
Only after eating the pastry did Jiang Shuyue feel a little better.
"Shuangshuang, why don't you add this to your wedding banquet menu? It's surprisingly delicious."
"Sure. I'll ask Chen where he bought it and have him place an order."
Huahua chuckled: [That could be tricky. If the young gentlemen at the wedding banquet see this pastry, they'll probably laugh at your second brother for three years!]
Jiang Shuyue: [Why? It's delicious.]
Huahua: [Because it's something served at the Flower House!]
With the Huazi between her lips, Jiang Shuyue was momentarily at a loss. The Lin mother and daughter wore very different expressions.
Mother Lin's knuckles were cracking.
Her son-in-law had actually brought something from a brothel for her daughter.
The Lin Family had been scholars for generations, yet something this absurd had happened. If this could be tolerated, what couldn't?
Lin Shuangshuang's expression wasn't looking too good either.
She had thought Jiang Chen had reformed, but he had actually...
Jiang Shuyue: [Isn't my second brother so busy preparing for the Military Selection that he barely has time to sleep? Where would he find time to visit the Flower House? Is he some master of time management?]
Huahua: [Your second brother didn't always visit the Flower House just to listen to music and look at beauties. There's a cook there