Not Even a Single Sign

After listening to Qiao Mai's words, Nanny Jin couldn't help but regard her as the mistress of the house.

As the rainy season passed and September arrived with pleasant weather, Qiao Mai spent her days reading and occasionally going for a walk.

Most of the time, she sat in front of her family's store, observing the people of Tianshui Town and the passing merchants, listening to their conversations.

She tilted her head and watched the business at Liu Hai's place, but something felt amiss.

Coincidentally, Liu Hai returned after making a food delivery and saw Qiao Mai waving at him. He quickly wiped his hands and hurried over.

"Cousin, is there something you need?"

"All those girls sitting at the school's entrance, who are they?"

"Oh, those girls? Hehe, they are young ladies interested in your two young scholars. Fifteen-year-old scholars are quite attractive. Many families come to see them."