Qin Mao pressed her lips together, smiling, quite pleased to have Mu Rourou prepare his medicinal soup.
Xie Yi felt disdain in his heart, but he was quite sincere in his actions, drinking up every bit of the soup that Mu Rourou scooped for him.
Xie Zhinuan watched, smiled, and pressed her lips together.
She never expected that a moment of soft-heartedness would gain her such a treasure.
After dinner, it was time for Xie Zhinuan's martial arts and boxing practice.
As she practiced martial arts and boxing in the courtyard, Jiao's wife, Aunt Chen, Chunyu, and Lichun were tidying up the room. A new bed had been purchased; although it was rather expensive, it was brand new. Xie Zhinuan's room had the most belongings, especially the fabrics which needed to be sorted and stored properly so they could be easily found for personal use or as rewards for the servants.