Just as they got downstairs, they ran into a group of plainly dressed family members carrying baskets. Among them was the parent of one of her apprentices.
"Master, back from work?" the auntie greeted them with a warm, welcoming smile.
'The kid's master is young and beautiful, but she's an honest and meticulous person. Just look at the gifts she prepared—they're one-of-a-kind in the whole factory district. The cutlery wasn't cheap, and that silver longevity lock is a real treasure. But the most valuable thing was that flimsy piece of paper with the recipes that could be passed down as a family heirloom!'
'And the gifts for all twelve kids were the same. She didn't play favorites. That's so rare and respectable.'
"Where are you headed, Auntie?" Zhu Yun asked curiously.
