She didn't know what Jian Zhiqing had said to Jian Ming, but when she came out, Jian Ming looked at her with a meaningful expression. She touched her face, wondering if there was something on it, perhaps she had smeared some soot from the pot earlier.
She made an excuse to go into her room and took out a mirror to check, but there was nothing. Her face in the mirror was clean and clear — not exactly a stunning beauty, but still a pretty, delicate girl. She looked down at her flat chest.
She still had no breasts.
When she came out, she brought a teapot and a packet of tea leaves, preparing a pot of tea for the father and son still seated at the table.
Her tea-making skills were mediocre and learned from others, but she at least did everything in the correct sequence, and her posture wasn't bad, having the air of an ancient dignified lady.
"Uncle Jian, please have some tea," she said, placing the teacup with both hands in front of Jian Ming.