"Not eating anymore." Yang Chuxia glanced one more time before turning her head, "Few have the skills that can match Old Uncle Shen's."
It's a pity Old Uncle Shen passed away a few years ago, in the same year her granduncle did.
Ye Zi'an asked again, "Do you want to go for a walk?"
"Sure, pull the cart over to the side."
The coachman parked the cart, Ye Zi'an got off first, then helped Yang Chuxia down.
Even though they didn't bring a servant, their demeanor alone was exceptional, and people couldn't help but take a look as soon as they got off the cart.
"Want to take a look at Artistry Pavilion?" After all, Xiaxia opened this first shop herself; it holds special significance.
"No, let's not." Yang Chuxia shook her head, "Let's just stroll around the street."
"There are so many more shops than before," Ye Zi'an commented, "The county magistrates in Quanya over the past few years have been good, all doing solid work."
