When the nine of them came to scoop the food to eat, Ning Qing also let them carry the pots in case they were hungry late at night, and then return the pots in the morning. This made the slaves gasp. How could they eat so much food? But this was the young lady's order, so they had to follow it. Sigh, Da Jiang could only resign himself to the impermanence. Before, he had nothing to eat, but now he was afraid that he would have to eat until he turned into pigs. The master of this house was really kind. The nine of them could only help carry back two pots of food and a pot of rice. Otherwise, the young lady would definitely not let them go.
Ning Qing nodded with a satisfied smile that no one had displeased her. She really didn't like people who displeased her. Especially when it came to her food, she wanted to present it to them to eat delicious food.