The Lady of the Village's eyes reddened, but she quickly suppressed the urge to cry, looking at Pei Shu'er with admiration.
"Please, make me a serving of sweet and sour ribs every day from now on and bring it to me."
The Big Master embraced the Lady of the Village with tenderness in his eyes.
"As long as Ling Niang, you like it, it's all good."
Pei Shu'er repeatedly agreed, and as she withdrew, she glanced again at Ling Niang and the Big Master.
She felt the interaction between them was very strange.
Ling Niang would act coy toward the Big Master, but her eyes seemed eternally cold and distant.
Besides, Ling Niang was so beautiful, with a good temperament, likely a young Miss nurtured by a wealthy family.
Not someone who would normally be with a rough man like the Big Master.
It reminded her of that line mountain bandits loved to say in TV dramas.
"I'll snatch you home and make you the Lady of the Village..."
Pei Shu'er: "..."
Could it truly be so melodramatic?
