Gu Fei reached out to soothe Mrs. Chen, whispering, "Mom, don't be angry. Next time you see that boy coming, just have our brothers pick up their bowls so he can't snatch anything."
Mrs. Chen chuckled at Gu Fei's words and shook her head. "I've never seen a child like him."
And wasn't it the truth? Hu Zi was about the same age as Bao'er, yet he sat there properly eating his buckwheat gruel, not running around at all.
That Bao'er was truly being spoiled rotten by Ms. Qian.
After the meal, Mrs. Chen had Er Lang and Sanlang fetch and heat some water. Once it was hot, she had the two of them carry it up to the inn room for Gu Fei to take a bath.
The old madam watched with envy and couldn't help but mutter, "This girl is raised far too delicately. We barely have enough water to drink, yet she gets a bath? That's one hundred cents a bucket!"
