Yuan Sinian’s eyes lit up and he said, “This name is good. It’s much more elegant than salted duck! Let’s just call it osmanthus duck! Around the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, this old man will come try Little Lass Yu’s cooking again. It’s settled then!”

Yu Xiaocao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. ‘Headmaster Yuan, who promised you?’ Ay, she could only blame herself for being so talkative and ended up incurring a ‘debt’!

When the three siblings came out of Zhenxiu Restaurant, the sun was already setting in the west. Third Young Master Zhou was somewhat worried and said, “It’s pretty late already. You guys still need to go through a mountain road on your way back to Dongshan Village. It’s better to stay a night in town and go back tomorrow!”

Yu Xiaocao flatly refused him. If her doting old father didn’t see his children coming home tonight, he would be terribly worried. Ay! One of the bad things in ancient times was that communication was inconvenient. If there was a phone, they could just make a call, and everything would be settled.

Seeing that she had already decided to leave, Zhou Zixu quickly fetched his beloved horse from the stables and insisted on sending them home. In his eyes, the eldest of the three siblings wasn’t even ten yet. If they encountered...