The jars of oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and various other condiments look familiar; these aren't from Manager Yang's kitchen, they're his own. The bowls and chopsticks in the dish rack are also his.
In the room next to the kitchen, four square tables were pushed together, and ten chairs were placed around them.
This was also arranged by Tian Shu and his group; it wasn't done before.
As soon as Hong Xiaoduo came out of the kitchen, she saw Yuheng and Feiyan lighting a stove to boil water in the yard, with a washbasin placed to the side, indicating that they were planning to do laundry.
"Why aren't you waiting to wear it? Can't you wash it tomorrow?" Hong Xiaoduo couldn't help but say.
"We're just killing time anyway," Fei Yan said with a smile, placing the recliner that Tian Shu had brought aside and gesturing for Hong Xiaoduo to sit down.
Tianji took the clothesline she had just found and, following Feiyan's instructions, tied it up in a sunny spot.
Yao Guang and Tian Quan followed Tian Shu to the carriage to get some things, and Hong Xiaoduo felt that out of the ten people, she was the only one who was truly free.
Although Fei Yan and Tian Shu wouldn't let her do anything, she admitted that she was actually a bit lazy.
Otherwise, who could stop her from doing what she wants?
The sky had darkened, lanterns were hung up, and shoppers had returned. Hong Xiaoduo, sitting on a chair idly cracking melon seeds, looked at the happy and busy people around her and felt a warm feeling about the scene. She thought it was a wise decision not to agree to stay in the capital with the emperor. Wasn't this comfortable life wonderful?
"Xiaoduo, Xiaoduo? Are you free now?" I suddenly heard Old Luo's voice, which sounded a little hoarse and tired...
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