Qian Yaya, holding onto her things, thanked her aunt's student who had accompanied her behind the scenes all day, and skipped into the room.
Qian Yiheng heard the door open, and though she was about to head to the study, she changed direction, holding a cup and walked towards the entryway.
"You're back!"
Qian Yaya was in the middle of kicking off her shoes and changing them when she was startled by a sudden voice from behind, "Aunt, you walk so quietly!"
"Sorry about that." Qian Yiheng patted her niece on the back, then turned and saw something new on the entryway cabinet.
"What's this?"
"A stick of ink I made by hand." While at the studio, Qian Yaya saw Jiang Lingxi buy some small boxes to hold ink sticks, so she learned from that.
Since it was a gift, it had to be packaged a bit formally.
"It's for you, Aunt. Aren't the ink sticks you use for practicing calligraphy almost finished? These will replenish them. It's my first time making them, so they might not be very good."