Tang Xiaoling watched the village chief and his family kneeling and kowtowing, though she had no idea why they were doing this.
But since the Corpse Consort had said that calling people by name was the custom here, she stopped insisting and said:
"Zhao... Village Chief, please get up. Stop kowtowing."
Tang Xiaoling still felt that calling him by name was rather rude, so she switched to calling him Village Chief.
Zhao Changsheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Village Chief works too. At least it sounds better than Grandpa!
If Lord Baye found out the princess called me Grandpa, he'd skin our entire family alive!
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
Zhao Changsheng knocked his forehead firmly against the floor once more before rising with his family.
The Corpse Consort looked at Zhao Changsheng and said slowly:
"I heard you've stashed away plenty of tasty things. The Little Master happens to be hungry, so prepare something suitable."
Her voice was soft, but her tone left no room for refusal.
Of course, even without her order,
Zhao Changsheng would have spared no expense once he learned that Tang Xiaoling wanted something to eat.
"It is my greatest honor to have the Little Master dine in my humble home!"
After expressing his gratitude, Zhao Changsheng stepped aside to clear the doorway and gestured invitingly.
"Please come inside, Little Master. I'll prepare your food right away."
"May I ask what you like to eat?"
Hearing that Zhao Changsheng was going to prepare food, Tang Xiaoling's eyes lit up, and she said happily:
"Meat! Lingling wants meat!"
Seeing how lively she was, Zhao Changsheng couldn't help smiling and hurriedly replied:
"Of course. Please follow me into the hall, Little Master. My wife and I will prepare your meal right away."
With that, Zhao Changsheng took