She maintained a demure smile, showing no sign of surprise or curiosity about the man standing beside Nan Xiang's desk.
From the moment Nan Qianyue caught a glimpse of the man out of the corner of her eye, she understood what the Prime Minister's wife meant.
This is Huai Ren, a disciple of Nan Xiang.
Nan Xiang's smile never left his face when he saw his daughter. He took the pastries from her and pretended to nitpick, "Qian Yue, aren't you worried that your father will need your mother to remind him?"
The words, though seemingly accusatory, were actually full of doting affection.
Nanqianyue raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Then shall I go cook a bowl of noodles for Father now?"
Nan Xiang wouldn't let this opportunity pass by; he hadn't tasted his daughter's cooking yet. "Alright, you cook a bowl of noodles for your father for dinner, don't forget!"
Nan Qianyue's heart skipped a beat. It was for real. She was doomed. She couldn't cook anything and was a kitchen disaster.
"...Okay, I'll remember. Father, please have some pastries, or I won't be able to finish my task."
"You," Nan Xiang shook his head and smiled, eating two pieces of pastry in a very cooperative manner, not forgetting to praise, "Hmm, your mother's cooking skills are impeccable."
"My mother is very skillful, and I admire her greatly. Then I won't bother you any longer, Father."
Nan Xiang smiled and raised his hand, "Go ahead, and give your younger brother and sister some pointers when you have time."
"Yes." I'm busy, Granny Qiao is waiting.
After the Southern Migration Month ended, the Southern Prime Minister stroked his beard proudly, "Well, isn't my daughter a beauty of unparalleled grace and a heart of pure virtue?"
Huai Ren nodded and smiled, "This student is ashamed of his own inferiority."
Nan Xiang raised an eyebrow at him, "Although my wife has included you in the list of potential sons-in-law, it doesn't mean that Qian Yue will definitely marry you. If you are interested in her, I will allow you to pursue her, but the premise is that you must respect her above all else."
"Although I value your talent and character, I would never joke about my daughter's marriage. Whether you can become my son-in-law ultimately depends on whether Qian Yue likes you. Do you understand?"
Huai Ren nodded, "This student will follow Master's teachings."
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At dinner time, the family gathered at Ningxiang Residence again.
The Prime Minister was overjoyed as he looked at the single serving of soup noodles in front of him. He feigned concern and asked his wife, "Madam, would you like some?"
During the southward migration, I prayed to Buddha, saying, "Don't separate anymore, you can suffer alone."
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