The hall was spacious and clean, and the cold wind from outside was much weaker. Wen Yuying closed half of the hall door and sat on the chairs behind the door, finally avoiding the direct blowing of the cold wind. However, although there was no wind in the hall, there was a kind of bone-piercing dampness and coldness, which pierced through the soles of the feet after sitting for a long time, and everyone had to use their internal energy to resist it.
Not long after, the hall door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and an old servant in a brown cocoon robe came in carrying a wooden tray with seven cups of tea on it. The aroma filled the air as soon as one entered the room.
Wen Yuying was the most impatient. When she saw him come in, she complained, "Butler Luo, you're finally here! We've been waiting in this yard for the whole afternoon, cold and hungry, and we can't even see a single person. If the host really has something to do and can't accommodate us, we can find an inn to stay in first!"
Steward Luo smiled humbly and nodded, saying, "Just now the guests were not all here, and our Yinghuo Villa really couldn't spare any manpower, so we neglected the distinguished guests. Now that Mr. Lu and this young master have arrived, Yinghuo Villa will entertain you well."
Alex Qing suddenly exclaimed, squinting his big round eyes at the old housekeeper, and exclaimed to himself: "This family is really rich, they can actually afford... to be a servant."
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