Hearing Zhao Baizhou say this, Chun Mian quickly waved her hands. "How could I let Seventh Uncle sleep in the main hall? I've been sleeping in the woodshed these past few days, and it's actually not bad. I'm still young; I can handle it."
Zhao Baizhou wanted to say more, but looking at Chun Mian's sincere little face, he reconsidered and swallowed his words.
The woman from the Yue Family was also happy to hear that the matter was settled. Since they hadn't yet gone through the formal tea-serving ceremony, it wasn't considered a true adoption. Zhao Baizhou didn't intend to ask anyone else for help. He simply brewed two cups of tea, helped the woman from the Yue Family sit up, and had Chun Mian kowtow to them both. With that, the ceremony was complete.
