Meng Wan slept soundly through the night, having expected to have trouble sleeping. When she woke up, only she, Qin Yi, and the youngest child, Meng Zhiyao, were left in the house.
"Wanwan, wake up! Did you sleep well last night?" Qin Yi was mopping the floor when she saw Meng Wan and smiled. Her eyes and brows were very gentle, just like the beautiful women from Jiangnan described in ancient poems.
"Mmm, the blanket smells nice, I slept very comfortably."
"That's good. The porridge is still hot. I'll go pour you a bowl. Your dad and your brothers have all gone out and won't be back for lunch. If there's anything you want to eat, Mom will make it for you at noon."
A wealthy family can live comfortably with ten more mouths to feed, while a poor family can breathe a sigh of relief with one less. Despite this, Meng Wan could still feel their sincerity.
"No need, I can do it myself. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Not right now, but would you like to come to the market with me later?"
“Okay.” Meng Wan nodded. Rather than staying in the room in a daze, it was indeed better to find something to do to pass the time.
After quickly finishing breakfast, Meng Wan consciously washed her own bowl. Qin Yi did not stop her, but smiled and took the washed bowl and chopsticks from the side, gently telling her where things were usually put away.
There was no awkwardness between the two, perhaps because Qin Yi herself had a gentle demeanor, so Meng Wan blended in naturally.
After packing her things, Qin Yi carried a shopping basket, while Meng Wan, having already changed her shoes, waited for her at the door.
"Will he be alright on his own?" Meng Wan asked instinctively before closing the door.
“Yaoyao usually likes to draw alone in his room. Taking him to the market when there are too many people would make him uncomfortable.”
Meng Wan nodded, asked no further questions, and took the shopping basket from Qin Yi.
Qin Yi was taken aback, but she just smiled slightly and took Meng Wan's hand. Her hands were slender, but her palms were slightly rough, as if someone who had never done heavy work had suddenly started doing it and developed some calluses.
Meng Wan wasn't someone who enjoyed close contact with others, but after thinking about it, she didn't break free. She could feel the person beside her breathe a slight sigh of relief.
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