บท 358: Bring Yang Hongling Home

He waited for him to leave.

Pei Caihua could no longer hold it in. His eyes were red, and tears were flowing down his cheeks. The old master had been very kind to him. It was like giving birth to a new parent. If not for him, he would not be where he was now. Perhaps his bones would have rotted…

In the kitchen.

Yang Hongling was wearing an apron. She stood at the table, holding a knife in her right hand and a spiritual fish in her left hand. Her slender hands were pleasing to the eye. When she heard the footsteps outside, she looked back as if she had guessed that he would come."Coming!"

"Yes." Zhang Ronghua replied.