The Witch Mountain is warm in spring.
Meng Qianqian, Lu Yuan, Chen Long, Ji Li, and Luo San went to the small garden.
Za Muduo served them tea and Miaojiang's unique snacks.
Meng Qianqian said, "Za Muduo, Grandmother wants you to bring her the medicine box. She's in the Changle courtyard."
Za Muduo replied promptly, "Understood, Young Madam, I'll go right away."
After Za Muduo left, Luo Shan picked up a snack from the table and said to everyone, "The fresh flower pastries from Witch Mountain are better than the Osmanthus Cake from the Capital City. Ayuan, you should try some."
Lu Yuan shot him a cold stare: "Ayuan? Is that what you're calling me now?"
Luo Shan shrugged, "Then what should I call you? Grand Commander? Your 'Grand Commander' title doesn't hold much weight here."
This was an undeniable truth. No matter how high Lu Yuan's official rank was, in Miaojiang, they only followed Miaojiang's hierarchy.
