For some reason, upon noticing the tense expression on Old Chen Tou's face, Daisy Tini also felt a sense of unease.
Normally, she addressed Old Chen Tou as 'Teacher,' but in her nervousness, she accidentally called him 'Master.'
Especially at this moment, Meng Jingwei's sharp, clear gaze was fixed directly on her, and the icy aura she exuded, as if being in a frozen cellar, sent a chill down Daisy Tini's spine.
"You..."
She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something, but ultimately hesitated, her words left unsaid.
"Since you're awake, come and have your meal. I will give you an explanation for everything else later." Old Chen Tou didn't want Meng Jingwei to be angry, but due to the rules of the Hidden Clan, he had no choice but to comply.
Meng Jingwei looked at the people seated at the table. They wore headscarves in green, black, or plaid, adorned with silver earrings or neck rings, dressed in narrow-sleeved, wide-collared, front-fastening short jackets and black trousers with embroidered borders. Their upper garments were predominantly in shades of blue, green, black, white, and red.
Their attire was quite characteristic of the Hidden Clan, very similar to the clothing of the Miao people.
Even Old Chen Tou and Daisy Tini had changed into the local attire of the Hidden Clan, while she herself was still wearing a black tracksuit, making her feel out of place standing with them.
For her, although the Hidden Clan's clothing was distinctive, incredibly striking, and beautiful, she still felt awkward.
It was as if she had traveled to another time and space overnight. Everything within her sight made her feel strange, even repulsed.
Meng Jingwei stood there in a daze. The people by the table were conversing with Old Chen Tou in the local language of the Hidden Clan, and she couldn't understand a single word.
This made Meng Jingwei feel quite passive and vaguely worried.
After the group's conversation, a man with fair skin, sharp eyebrows, and a handsome appearance stood up. He walked towards Meng Jingwei and said, "Hello. My name is He Xiao Mingjin, and I'm very pleased to meet you."
He Xiao Mingjin was dressed in a blue and black front-fastening short jacket and black trousers with embroidered borders, but he wasn't wearing a headscarf. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which made his features appear even more fair and refined, exuding an elegant aura.
Notably, he was speaking Mandarin, which was a rare occurrence.
As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. Since he had taken the initiative to greet her, Meng Jingwei couldn't maintain a gloomy expression.
So, she raised her hand and shook his hand. "Hello, my name is Meng Jingwei."
"Yes, I know."
He Xiao Mingjin nodded slightly and said, "He Xiao Bei is my grandfather. He's spoken of you for many years." As he spoke, he suddenly realized that Meng Jingwei didn't know He Xiao Bei and pointed to Old Chen Tou to explain to her, "He Xiao Bei is his real name."
"My grandfather knows that you don't understand the local language of the Hidden Clan, so he asked me to accompany you from now on and act as your translator," He Xiao Mingjin explained.
In a strange place, with strange people, and speaking unfamiliar languages, this unconsciously placed immense pressure on Meng Jingwei.
Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, then relaxed, and she simply nodded faintly. "Yes, I'll trouble you from now on."
In the Hidden Clan, she absolutely needed a translator.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to move a single step.
"You're too kind. Come, let's go eat together."
He Xiao Mingjin made a gesture of invitation and led Meng Jingwei to sit down and dine.
"Jingwei, let me introduce you. These are all your mother's subordinates. This is He Xiao Zhen, this is Mu Chi Lang Kun, Mu Chi Yun Ping, and He Ka Rui."
Old Chen Tou introduced the names and identities of the individuals to Meng Jingwei one by one.
Later, Meng Jingwei learned that most people in the Hidden Clan had compound surnames, primarily He Ka, He Xiao, Mu Chi, Ge Qiao, and Ge Ke.