"Zhen'er, Zhen'er, serve tea to the guests!"
Mr. Liang San had just ushered Yang Zhenshan into the back hall and called for someone to serve tea.
"Coming!" A crisp voice came from the backyard.
Yang Zhenshan was only seated for a moment when a young girl dressed in a green cloth skirt came in, carrying tea.
"Please have some tea, dear guest!" The girl said with a gentle smile.
Yang Zhenshan sized her up.
The young miss was quite attractive, with clear and delicate features, and her dark eyes appeared quite spirited. Her rounded cheeks had a hint of baby fat.
Not flamboyant or vulgar, neither arrogant nor impetuous, she actually seemed quite adorable.
"Is this your daughter?" Yang Zhenshan saw Mr. Liang San coming in with two bolts of cloth, and it seemed like he asked in passing.
"Hehe, yes, she's my eldest daughter," Mr. Liang San replied casually.
"She's a diligent and good girl!" Yang Zhenshan added.