A calm, indifferent voice gave him an instruction. The old man nodded to Shi Lan and gestured for her to sit down.

Shi Lan nodded with a smile and sat gracefully in a high-backed pear wood armchair not far from the old man.

The old man glanced quickly at her upright back and nodded to himself. Although her clothes were a bit cheap, her temperament and demeanor could not have been cultivated without generations of family tradition.

The old man unconsciously straightened his already upright posture, and the disdain and casualness he had shown because of Shi Lan's clothing completely disappeared because of Shi Lan's unintentional action.

"Ms. Shi said on the phone yesterday that she's not good at housework. May I ask what you're good at?"

The old man was gentle in demeanor, had kind eyes, and spoke in a way that was like a breath of fresh air.

Shi Lan lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, wondering if playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting would count.

"I can only do simple cleaning."

The old man was slightly surprised. "That's it? You don't know anything else?"

Shi Lan blushed slightly. She could cook a few dishes, but her skills were barely edible, so she decided it was best not to embarrass herself here.

Seeing Shi Lan shake her head, the old man pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, you spend some time with Shui Qin, and if you don't understand something, you can ask her. The work here is very simple, not as complicated as you think."

Shi Lan stared wide-eyed, her mouth slightly agape, thinking, "Are you kidding me? They're going to keep her here even for this?"

The old man was speechless, but he had already received the order, so he was just following it.

In a room on the third floor, the man leaned back in his soft chair, looking at Shi Lan on the screen with a surprised expression, and chuckled softly.