Chapter 88 Onset of Illness
Yin He was faintly startled, the sense of loss in his heart was far greater than when he first saw her. Who was Yin He again? She said his name was Xingchen, because he looked like a star.
"You said my name was Xingchen." She probably didn’t remember herself, the one called Yin He that she had just saved a few days ago? After all, she had saved so many people.
Zheng Nianru raised her eyebrows, finally remembering this incident. But before Zheng Nianru could speak, another young man happily came in, skillfully wiping the table that Yin He had not yet finished cleaning.
"Master, you should give the tall and skinny one a different name. My name is also Xing Cheng, his name is Xing Cheng; won’t that be confusing?" The young man said with a grin as he wiped the chairs thoroughly as well.
"Hmm, a change is indeed needed. Yin He is not bad," Zheng Nianru nodded. Indeed, one should not casually name people.
"Mm." Yin He felt a bit aggrieved, but at least it wasn’t the name of the new person, which somewhat eased his heart.
"Tall and skinny one, be nimble with your hands and feet." Xing Cheng immediately urged Yin He, how many times have I told you, you must be diligent in front of the master? She saved your life and she provides good food and drink, do you not understand gratitude?
Yin He immediately quickened his pace, hurrying to tidy the wide couch next to him; this private room was specially reserved by Nanmen Yu, apart from when Zheng Nianru visited, even if the inn was full, this room was not to be used. It was only opened for Zheng Nianru’s visits.
At this moment, compared to the last time, the room seemed to have many more items. The various objects brought by Tan Zong had all been placed here by Nanmen Yu. Although they couldn’t compare with those used in the Qishun Building, they were still much better than before.
Zheng Nianru had noticed this, but she simply thought that the inn made more money than she had expected, and that’s why many new items had been added.
"Master—" Xing Le came in, excitedly carrying pastries. In these past days, the initial doubts had turned into nothing but gratitude. Although it was a mix-up, it wasn’t the master’s fault, right? "Does it taste good?"