She guessed that once they left, those people would certainly be crowding at the Zeng family's front door waiting for her. The Zeng father and son might not even dare to step outside to buy groceries.
"I've caused trouble for you."
"Miss Lin, what are you saying? It's not any trouble at all."
Old Man Zeng placed the bamboo basket that was on his shoulder down, and Zeng Yulang immediately picked it up and took it to the kitchen.
"Uncle Zeng, you've truly raised a good son. I've seen scholar-sons from other families who command their parents to do chores, unlike Brother Yulang, who helps you with the work."
Lin Caisang looked at Zeng Yulang's retreating figure, smiled.
This Zeng Yulang was rather like her cousin Lin Changfeng, both were mindful to take care of the elders at home. Such people would undoubtedly make excellent officials when they make a name for themselves.
"Indeed."