After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times

Uncle Cheng watched his figure disappear and disapprovingly looked at Zhao Hanzhang, "Third Lady, Mr. Fu has come alone to support the coffin for the Lord; you must not bully him."

Zhao Hanzhang: "...I didn’t bully him, really!"

Uncle Cheng seemed unconvinced, but being a servant, he agreed with Zhao Hanzhang, "I know, Third Lady must be good, but we can’t let Mr. Fu feel wronged. You should send Mr. Fu back later. We haven’t even asked if he is accustomed to our Ru Nan cuisine during this time..."

Zhao Hanzhang was nagged by him and hurriedly said, "I’ll go ask later; I’ll have the kitchen prepare food suited to his taste, and personally escort him to the door."

She rushed off, afraid he would hold her back and talk nonsense.

Fu Tinghan felt uneasy facing Zhao Hanzhang, slightly turning his head to avoid looking at her.

The two sat silently by the brick kiln, which was now halfway through firing. Lu Kun listened carefully, hearing no abnormal sounds; things were going smoothly, so he advised them to rest, "It’s getting dark, it’s not appropriate for the young lady and gentleman to stay here; we’ll watch over the kiln."

Zhao Hanzhang, though eager to see the progress, knew the results wouldn’t be clear until tomorrow afternoon. Staying here would serve little purpose and make the craftsmen uneasy, so she stood up, "Mr. Fu, shall I send you back?"

Fu Tinghan instinctively replied, "No need."

After saying it, seeing Zhao Hanzhang still standing and smiling at him, he rose, "Much obliged."

The two walked back in silence. Zhao Hanzhang kept her promise and escorted him to the door, "I kept forgetting to ask, Professor Fu, do you have any dietary preferences?"