Sheng Qian didn't care how they had dinner.
After everyone outside left, Sheng Qian went out to heat up the food, then fed Long Yunting a pill. After dinner, she went back to her room to continue working.
The driver was the first to return.
The driver was around 40 years old, quiet and reserved, and appeared very composed.
Both her temperament and demeanor reminded Sheng Qian of soldiers.
Sheng Qian finished her work and went out to boil water for a bath. She happened to see the driver returning. She glanced at him and nodded.
The driver still went up and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
“You need to fetch water and heat it in a big pot. There’s no water heater here, so you’ll have to do everything yourself. If you’re staying here, you’ll have to rely on yourselves.” Sheng Qian knew this driver was different from the other two, so she made a point of mentioning it.
The driver nodded: "That's what I should do."
As he spoke, the driver went to the back to fetch water, brought it in, and poured it into the large pot, then took over the task of boiling water.
Sheng Qian was happy to be free, so she handed over the work to him and went back to her room to tidy up her things to prevent uninvited people from entering and messing up her clothes.
Sheng Qian's room has a private bathroom, and she takes showers in her own room.
There are only three rooms with private bathrooms. Sheng Qian occupies one of them, and Long Yunting occupies another.
Finally, there's Hou Guifang's room.
Originally, there were only five rooms, but before the Lunar New Year, the Long family added two more rooms, just in case their family members came and there weren't enough rooms.
The rooms in the bungalow were spacious enough that they were divided into two rooms, making them even more spacious than the commercial housing of later generations.
The driver chose the last, darkest room, leaving the better rooms for the others.
Sheng Qian planned to go to bed early. She had just finished taking a shower when she heard a knock on the door. When she opened the door, she saw Shao Chaojun with his brows furrowed.
"What's up?"
"The water in the pot isn't hot enough. Didn't you put firewood in to heat it?"
This is an accusation that Sheng Qian didn't prepare hot water for them to take a bath.
It's still cold, so it's impossible to take a warm bath.
Especially for Song Dynasty paintings of rain, the water must be very hot.
Sheng Qian raised her hand and pointed to the kitchen door behind him: "There's firewood inside, you can cook it yourself."
Shao Chaojun frowned. He came over and knocked on the door. Didn't she know what she was supposed to do?
Shao Chaojun was also loved by his elders at home. Because of his connection with the Long family, his life from birth to his job in the government was smoother than that of those wealthy young masters.
He had never done any housework at home, yet here, Sheng Qian made him boil water himself!
Sheng Qian seemed oblivious to Shao Chaojun's shocked expression and slammed the door shut again.
Shao Chaojun was so angry that he couldn't speak.
The driver brought water and boiled it, but they returned late, and the water in the pot wasn't hot enough. They needed to add some firewood to heat it up a bit more so that it would be hot enough for the two of them to take a bath.
Shao Chaojun didn't know how to do these things, so he could only fetch water for Song Huayu and carry it to the bathroom.
Because I didn't use the right amount of force, I got half of my body soaked while lifting water.
When he took a shower, a little hot water mixed with cold water felt no different from cold water on his body.
As a result, he would keep curling up in the blankets when he slept at night.
My head felt a little heavy when I woke up this morning.
Sheng Qian didn't make breakfast; instead, she went out early in the morning and ate something when she came back.
After more than half a month of training, Sheng Qian found that her space, which was only a few square meters, had increased by about two square meters.
Because it's packed full of stuff, you can tell at a glance when it's growing.
Sheng Qian dared not slack off now.
When Song Huayu got up, she didn't see Sheng Qian, but she didn't care. She went to see Long Yunting first.
Shao Chaojun didn't get up until almost nine o'clock. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he went to the living room to find breakfast, only to find that Sheng Qian hadn't prepared any.
I understand that you cooked lunch yesterday and left half of it for dinner, but why didn't you make breakfast today?
Song Huayu was also hungry, and as soon as she came out, she asked Shao Chaojun, "Brother Shao, is there no breakfast today?"
Shao Chaojun said with a grim expression, "That woman didn't do it."
"Huh?" Song Huayu was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Brother Shao, should we go outside to buy some?"
"That's the only way," Shao Chaojun thought angrily, but he didn't show it to Song Huayu. In his opinion, Song Huayu was the daughter of the Song family and a childhood sweetheart of Long Yunting, so she should naturally receive more care.
Sheng Qian, however, is different. She is a rough country girl who also wants to enjoy life.
That's utterly nonsensical.
When Long Yunting wakes up, the first person the Long family will deal with is her!
Shao Chaojun didn't dare trouble the driver who drove them, because the driver was a retired soldier who worked for the Long family, and in Shao Chaojun's eyes, he was a strongman.
It's really just bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Therefore, in the end, Shaochao Army did all the work.
That really put him through a lot of trouble.
By the time he returned with breakfast, it was already past ten o'clock.
It's past breakfast time by now.
Sheng Qian returned from outside, looking refreshed.
As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Shao Chaojun staring at him with a resentful look on his face.
Where did you go?
Shao Chaojun's tone was full of accusation.
Sheng Qian didn't even glance at him, and walked past him into the room.
"Hey, where did you go this morning?"
Sheng Qian still ignored him.
Enraged, Shao Chaojun ran over, blocked his way, and asked through gritted teeth, "I'm asking you a question."
"I don't call you 'Hey'."
"you……"
"What's up?"
Sheng Qian's tone was indifferent, and her gaze, like her personality, was very cold.
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