So at this moment, there was nothing Tong Sanlang could do but counsel Zhuang Lühe, assuring her that she was not to blame, neither for Qiao Xiaomai nor for Qiao Dami.
She was indeed in the wrong, but her mistakes were surely not fatal.
Zhuang Lühe listened blankly to Tong Sanlang's words. Tears welled up and spilled over from her vacant, hollow eyes with a force as compelling as a dam bursting.
Despite her tears, she managed to force a twisted smile, "Has everything at home really improved that much?"
"Yes, everything is better now, Mother. After we've return home, we can live a good life." Tong Sanlang nodded earnestly.
"Did Xiaomai cook for the Retired Emperor?" Zhuang Lühe asked again.
"Yes, some time ago the Retired Emperor graced Bailu Town with his presence. Xiaomai became his Royal Chef. She made a good impression on the Retired Emperor. This is an honor that many other families can only dream of throughout generations."