Zhang Huai's heart skipped a beat. Unsure whether to be happy or worried, he didn't leave, instead looking at Scholar Zhou, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Scholar Zhou waved a hand at him and smiled. "No need to worry. It's just that they are my Fourth Uncle's direct disciples, so of course they receive some special consideration."
Only then did Zhang Huai relax slightly. He bowed and took his leave.
But Scholar Zhou called him back, saying with a smile, "The dried vegetables and the pickled pig's stomach and head you sent last time were quite good. Ming'er and her mother both liked them very much. Hmm, and I really liked the pig's ears. Did your wife make them?"
Zhang Huai quickly replied, "Yes, my wife made them. If you like them, sir, I can send some more dried vegetables over. We still have one more pig's head."
Scholar Zhou nodded. "Then I won't be polite about it."
