The Lucky Farmgirl

Old Madam Yin was also pleasantly surprised when she saw her grandson approaching. A look of contentment spread across her face as she smiled and asked, "What made you suddenly think of bringing flowers to your sisters?"

Yin Huo replied, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and Grandmother, didn’t you instruct the steward to prepare festival gifts for my sisters? Today, when I saw these flowers, I thought my sisters would definitely like them, so I bought them."

Old Madam Yin nodded repeatedly and smiled, "That’s good. Let’s charge it to the public account. Where is the florist?"

She knew this grandchild well; he definitely wouldn’t carry money with him when he went out, and the servant, Changshou, wouldn’t carry much either. These exotic and rare plants were obviously not cheap.

Yin Huo said, "Let Changshou pay the florist. He’s asked the florist to wait outside."

Old Madam Yin nodded and glanced at Daya, who went off to inform Changshou and the household accountant.

Clearly, Yin Huo did not want to favor one sister over another. Among the six sisters in the household, three were married and three were not, each preferring different types of flowers, which he had fortunately chosen.

Old Madam Yin felt her grandson’s thoughtfulness and joy, nodding again and again, and that evening she even ate an extra half bowl of rice.

She happily said to Daya beside her, "I used to think this boy was too indifferent. In the past two years, his relationship with his sisters seemed to be getting more distant, but now it appears that he just doesn’t express himself well and isn’t talkative. In his heart, he still cares for his sisters."

Daya nodded smilingly in agreement, then brought over a ledger book and said softly, "Old Madam, this is the cost of the flowers purchased today."

Old Madam Yin took it and glanced at it, slightly surprised, "This much?"