"This is some offal made at home. It's nothing fancy. You can take it back for your children to try." Lin Ziyin said with a smile, handing over a basket.
Upon looking down, Lou Zheng was taken aback. There were quite a few pieces of offal in the basket. The rest were dishes from his home.
"What are you doing?" He declined, even though he was delighted. But he knew that accepting gifts because of a small matter was not proper. Indeed, Lou Zheng was an upright man. Otherwise, he wouldn't have held the position of village head for so many years.
"Offal isn't a big deal, and I made it myself. You can use it as a side dish for your drink." Lin Ziyin put the basket in his hands, "Are you looking down on my gift, uncle?"
"Alright, I accept your kind thought." Lou Zheng saw her sincerity. Therefore, he no longer declined and took the basket happily.
Old Master Lin and Lin Changshu followed him out of the door.