Qi Qingyao took one look at the land after receiving the approval and she was as happy as a lark. As soon as she returned to the inn, she entered the shop immediately. After buying ink, an inkstone, some paper, and a brush, she began sketching.
The three children were seated at the small round table as they ate their meals obediently. When they realized that their mother was at the table sketching so much that she was forgoing sleeping and eating, and even making a mess with the ink, Xiaobao walked over in little steps and began helping his mother clear the table. After he was done, Xiaobao looked at Qi Qingyao's dazed appearance, puzzled.
"Mother, what are you doing?" He looked troubled.
"Drawing."
Qi Qingyao looked at the tabletop that had been neatly cleaned, then looked at Xiaobao. She reached a hand out to rub his head gently. Xiaobao noticed that Qi Qingyao's fingers were stained with ink and bemoaned internally, 'Mother is dirtying my hair… Ack!'