The Princess of Northern Land-Chapter 51 - Processing (1)_1

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Chapter 51 -51: Processing (1)_1

Chapter 51 -51: Processing (1)_1

“Amitabha.” The Little Monk again joined his palms together, “This poor monk has brought two more benefactors here. They also intended to come buy tofu.”

“Miss.” The familiar young man looked at Lin Ziyin with a beaming smile, “We meet again.”

“Are you also here to buy tofu, young master? How much do you want?” Lin Ziyin asked naturally looking at him. This young man had a mischievous look in his eyes and didn’t appear easy to get along with. She wasn’t afraid, at least there was no malice in his eyes.

“Fish, eat fish.” In the courtyard, the just caught fish were in the bucket, leaping about.

The splashes brought up by the fish tail immediately sprayed onto Yanzhi’s face, making Yanzhi chuckle incessantly.

“Little sister, your sister-in-law can’t cook fish without that fishy taste. You should do it.” Guo Huiniang, coming out of the house, spoke as she walked, unaware of the guests at the entrance of the courtyard.

“Fish without the fishy taste?” The young man chuckled revealing his teeth. What a big claim, even his family’s chef dared not boast so.

Lin Ziyin immediately had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, she heard the young man speak to the silent person beside him, “Honglin, how about we stay here for a meal today?”

The young man gave Lin Ziyin a skeptical look.

Lin Ziyin’s eyebrows involuntarily furrowed. Damn, without asking for their permission, he decided on his own to stay for a meal?

Chu Suifeng hadn’t actually intended to have a meal at an unfamiliar farmhouse, but when he saw Lin Ziyin’s furrowed eyebrows, he somehow wanted to see how much this little lass could endure. “Okay.”

“You guys go back, we’re staying.” The young man in white grinned at the monks.

“Amitabha, benefactors, this poor monk bids farewell.” The two monks greeted Lin Ziyin, and then greeted the aloof young man with a Buddhist phrase before leaving.

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Upon seeing the Little Monk’s actions towards the two young men, Lin Changshu immediately understood. The young men were either rich or noble. Given the reality of his household, his fluttering heart began to sink.

Lin Changshu was a practical man. He had the simplicity of a farmer and the rare intelligence of one. As the head of the family, he bore the burden of the family. He only wanted to improve his family’s living conditions, but he had no intention of provoking people they couldn’t afford to offend.

“Excuse us, noble young masters, but we only have simple food and drink, which might not be to your liking.” He hurriedly spoke.

“No problem, as long as there is food. Also, can we have some of that fragrant tofu like last time?” The young man in white began to speak in a playful and carefree manner.

“Apart from ‘simple food and drink,’ there’s also a phrase ‘even a clever housewife can’t cook without rice.'” Lin Ziyin spoke casually.

Interesting! Chu Suifeng took a second look at her.

“We’ll eat what you’re having for lunch, no need to be overly polite.” The young man in white was still insisting shamelessly.

Lin Ziyin’s eyes flashed, refusing to back down, “If we give all the food to you, what will our family eat?”

“So you want silver? You should have said so earlier.” The young man in white spoke disdainfully.

“Wrong.” Lin Ziyin looked at him coldly.

Seeing her angry demeanor, both the elderly man and Lin Changshu were instantly covered in cold sweat. This lass usually was clever, why was she acting foolish now? Could their Lin family afford to offend these two masters?

“The two of you showed up uninvited for food and drink. I’m only collecting a reasonable fee.” Lin Ziyin responded calmly. “Even if you two give silver, whatever we eat, you’ll have to eat the same.”