In the middle of the afternoon, Madam Liu had to go prepare dinner, and Madam Hu, of course, went to help, so their mahjong game had to end naturally.
Elder Liu took a satisfied breath, holding a small purple clay teapot, and leisurely wandered around the courtyard.
Hu Zhou, on the other hand, wasn't idle at all, and directly set up his stance in the courtyard, practicing the Eighteen Mountain-Carrying Techniques with extremely standard moves.
The bored Liu Qingquan occasionally went to the kitchen to drool over the brocade chicken, sometimes watched Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan play chess, and sometimes ran back and forth, unable to stay still.
Of course, Liu Qingquan's feet didn't stop, nor did her mouth. Milk candies, crispy sweets, and preserved plums went into her belly one by one.
"Eat less, it's really bad for your teeth, they'll get cavities." Lu Zheng reminded, "Remember to brush your teeth well, otherwise you'll have a mouth full of cavities and won't be able to marry."
