Chapter 16 - 15 The Prestige of a Powerful Martial Cultivator
In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.
On this particular morning, Lin Xuankong had just finished practicing the Pine Heart Method and the Stone-Throwing Skill. He sat down at the wooden table in the outer room, intending to eat, when a sudden knock sounded at the door. Immediately after, a gentle and kind woman’s voice called out, "Is Lan at home?"
Wang Po’s voice!
Lin Xuankong’s expression turned cold. He glanced at the bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Currently, there were two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks laid out. Lin Xuankong touched his own bowl, then looked at the one opposite. In the other bowl, only a little porridge remained at the bottom, appearing as if it had just been finished.
Lin Xuankong concealed the murderous intent in his eyes, feigned weakness, and dragged himself to the door.
CREAK...
The wooden door opened. Lin Xuankong coughed. "Are you looking for my wife?"
Wang Po glanced at him, her eyes darting about as she peered past him. When she saw the two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks on the table, a flicker of understanding crossed her eyes, and she retracted her gaze.
She flicked her handkerchief and said with a smile, "Oh, Brother Lin, of course, I have business! Your young lady promised to help embroider handkerchiefs, but ten days have passed, and I haven’t seen a single one. The customers who pre-ordered them nearly tore down my shop! I’m worried sick! This time, I came over specifically bringing twenty taels of deposit for the young lady first! Ah, your young lady’s craftsmanship is so good, of course I have to try and butter her up!"
After speaking, she waved the moneybag in her hand. "Brother Lin, please step aside. I need to go in and discuss with the young lady which flowers to embroider!"
Let her in?