They talked about other people and things, but Zhang Moyan didn't understand much. She looked around casually and was suddenly attracted by an open notebook on the table.
This was a cowhide notebook that was about an inch thick, and two-thirds of it had been used. The page that was opened was covered with beautiful handwriting. Zhang Moyan took a closer look and found that in addition to the text, there were many things densely written on it that looked like chemical formulas.
“Bang!”
The notebook in front of her was closed. Zhang Moyan looked up and met Xiao Guotao's kind and smiling eyes. Xiao Xingyu frowned and gave her a warning look. Although neither of them said anything, she already felt that it was presumptuous of her to read the notebook.
Zhang Moyan nodded slightly to express his apology and quickly moved three steps away from the table.
She spent the rest of the time sitting on a wooden stool, her hands folded in her lap, as obedient as Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa. Xiao Xingyu and the old man glazed several more bottles and jars, their collaboration seamless and the scene pleasing to the eye.
I don’t know how long it took, but footsteps were heard outside, and then Aunt Wang and Uncle Chai walked in together.
"Master, dinner is ready. You and Xingyu can go to the living room to eat together." Uncle Chai glanced at the gas kiln. "I'll stay here."
Zhang Moyan didn't expect that in this era she could still hear someone being called "master", which made her feel that she had entered a very interesting world.
Family rules, old houses, masters... some very old and traditional things seem to still be continued in the Xiao family.
Time and space are intertwined here, and the ancient and modern times seem to overlap in part.
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