Overall, it's not Xu Chang'an that's worrying, but rather our own Ms. Zhu.
In fact, even now, Miss Lu is not sure if her own lady truly has no interest in the young man in that way.
"I see that you quite like him too," Zhu Pingniang squinted her eyes.
"There are many kinds of liking," Miss Lu coughed lightly.
In her eyes, the young man was quite pleasing to look at; his demeanor and speech were completely different from his ordinary peers, neither pretending to be mature nor overly immature. Sometimes he just stood there quietly, giving off an indescribable, elegant aura.
However, Miss Lu spoke openly, "The young master is youthful and handsome, gentle like jade, and he's great at cooking... Who wouldn't like him?"
"Cooking skills? Where did you hear that from?" Zhu Pingniang asked.
"That's just what everyone says."
"Tsk," Zhu Pingniang didn't say anything more.
