Hearing Jiang Baicheng's tone, Pang was taken aback. She wanted to remind him that his father valued that young woman so much that he didn't even consider my feelings just now. She thought he should just keep his head down and behave himself today.

But for some reason, the words that were on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down.

"Don't worry, Auntie. Even if Father really intends to take that girl as a concubine, I'll still be in the household. No matter how skilled she is, I'll have a chance to kill her sooner or later," Jiang Baicheng said, sensing Auntie Pang's unease.

Upon hearing this, Madam Pang looked at Jiang Baicheng with a complicated expression and said with a wry smile, "Cheng'er, have you ever thought that your father values ​​that young woman so much? Is there any possibility that she is meant to be your wife?"

After all, your father once mentioned that it would be best if you married a woman who could keep you in check.

"I don't want that tigress! If Father really intends to do that, I'll die right here!" Jiang Baicheng said excitedly.

Pang thought to herself, "Whether your father wants to take her as a concubine himself or let you marry her, once that girl enters the mansion, neither of us will have a good life from now on!"

Wenzi cautiously reminded him from outside the door that it was almost time to go. Jiang Baicheng, annoyed, replied repeatedly, "I know, what's all the noise about?"

A quarter of an hour later, when Madam Pang and Jiang Baicheng arrived at the dining hall, they saw that their master and the young lady were already seated, and the dishes had begun to be served.

"master."

“Father,” Pang said to Jiang Baicheng.

"Yes, please sit down." Jiang An suppressed his disdain for his son and gestured for the two of them to sit down.

Jiang An, the host, sat in the main seat at the round table. Hong Xiaoduo sat to his right, Jiang Baicheng sat to his father's left, and Pang Shi could only sit opposite Jiang An.

There was nothing she could do; her status today was truly that of a concubine!

Jiang Baicheng looked at Hong Xiaoduo, only to see her looking back at him with a provocative smile, neither dodging nor avoiding him. Jiang Baicheng suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Whether it was because he was kicked away by her first time, or because he later learned that Yang Laowu had been held upside down by her outside the railing on the second floor of the teahouse, Jiang Baicheng could only make threats when he didn't see her in person. But now that they were sitting face to face, Jiang Baicheng clearly felt that he immediately backed down!

Seeing that Jiang Baicheng immediately looked away and dared not meet her gaze, Hong Xiaoduo wanted to laugh.

"Xiaoduo, try this sweet and sour fish, how does it taste?" Jiang An said to Hong Xiaoduo, pointing to a dish that had just been laid out.

"Xiao Duo?" Pang and Jiang Baicheng exchanged surprised glances. Had their relationship gotten this close? They were calling each other so intimately?

Hong Xiaoduo noticed both of their reactions, but she pretended not to see them and picked up her chopsticks to grab the fish in front of her: "It smells delicious and looks very tasty."

The sweet and sour fish was indeed delicious; the fish was tender, and the sweet and sour sauce was smooth and glossy, with the sugar and vinegar ratio just right. Hong Xiaoduo ate several bites in a row, thinking to herself that it would be great if the chef could teach Tianxuan.

Although the cooking tutorials she found online were very detailed, and Tianxuan's sweet and sour fish tasted alright, it was still inferior to the one made by the chef at the Jiang family mansion.

Jiang An was unaware that Hong Xiaoduo had taken a liking to his cook. Seeing that she enjoyed the food, he happily invited her to drink.

The wine was osmanthus-infused, which Hong Xiaoduo liked. Thinking that she would need to use the wine to get things done later, Hong Xiaoduo readily drank with Jiang An.

Every time a dish is served from the kitchen, it is placed in front of Hong Xiaoduo first, as instructed by Jiang An, and the previous dish is moved aside.

Pang and Jiang Baicheng, who were sitting at the same table, hadn't said a word since they sat down. The old man and the young man were chatting happily and hadn't paid any attention to them.

Even if the two of them wanted to chime in, they couldn't get a word in edgewise.

They thought that since they couldn't say anything, they should just eat their own food. However, as soon as the dishes were served, the young woman would start eating first. Only when the next dish was served would the dish she had eaten be moved to their side.

The two of them felt like they were eating someone else's leftovers; they were angry and disgusted, but dared not show it on their faces.

"Master Jiang, I'm not a good drinker, but the food was so delicious today that I couldn't resist having a few too many drinks and I think I'm a little drunk." Hong Xiaoduo had finished eating and felt that she was about to get drunk.

“Young lady, don’t worry. It’s alright if you’re drunk. Since my father personally picked you up, he will naturally personally take you back, right, Father?” Jiang Baicheng, who hadn’t eaten much, couldn’t help but speak up.

He had observed for so long, but he still couldn't figure out what his father's intentions were towards this young lady. Judging from their interactions, they seemed like old friends who had known each other for many years.

He didn't see it, and neither did Madam Pang. She was an experienced woman, yet she couldn't see that kind of thing a man had for a woman in his master's eyes.

But she doesn't seem like she's going to be Cheng'er's wife. Could it be that they're really close friends despite their age difference?

As a result, Pang and Jiang Baicheng, who had been harboring doubts, relaxed a little.

“Young Master Jiang, I’m not just bragging because I’m drunk. Even if I’m drunk and your father doesn’t take me home, I can still get back by myself.” Hong Xiaoduo continued Jiang Baicheng’s topic, standing up as she spoke and walking towards him.

His steps were slightly unsteady; he looked drunk.

As the person drew closer, Jiang Baicheng's heart pounded in his chest: "If you're going to talk, just talk. Why are you coming over here?"

As she spoke, Hong Xiaoduo stood behind Jiang Baicheng and gently patted his shoulder: "Young Master Jiang, you are the only son of Master Jiang. Why can't you listen to him and do something reliable?"

Look at your father, how hard he's had it.

Her movements were very light, but Jiang Baicheng, who was slapped, felt like his shoulder blades were about to fall apart. He didn't even feel the pain of having a few strands of hair pulled.

Having dealt with one, Hong Xiaoduo walked behind Pang Shi and ran her fingers through Pang Shi's hair, saying, "Look at your aunt who has always worried about you; she already has gray hair."

Pang was furious at the drunkard's advances and was trying to avoid him when she heard her words. She was taken aback. Yes, she didn't know when she had started to grow white hair.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I've been practicing martial arts for years and traveling a lot, so my hands are rough and they scratched your hair." Hong Xiaoduo pulled out a few strands of Pang Shi's hair and quickly apologized as Pang Shi hissed.

Thus, she obtained the hair of both of them. Hong Xiaoduo quickly entered the space, carefully placed the strands of hair separately, and then darted in and out.

Just as I was about to return to my seat, I caught a glimpse of Manager Wu standing to the side and suddenly remembered, "What about this person...?"