Cultivating My Empre

"Third son, hurry over and take the guest's horse to the stable. Remember to feed it the best hay!",The man yelling seemed to be of high status, and the shouted-at man hurriedly lowered his head and stopped talking. For a moment, only the sound of eating remained on the first floor.,The middle-aged man glanced at the bald man beside him, "Don't worry, you'll have your share."。