Qin Yao took a comfortable nap, and when she woke up, the sun was already setting in the west, casting a beautiful glow across the sky.
The aroma of rice wafted from the kitchen as Second Lang carefully carried in a bowl of loofah egg soup.
Sanlang and Si Niang acted like faithful guards beside their Second Brother. Although they didn't personally carry the dishes, their expressions showed they were doing their best.
Seeing Qin Yao awake, Si Niang immediately shifted her attention over, leaning on her Mother's knee, "Mother, are you thirsty?"
"Hmm, a little."
"Then I'll go pour you some water."
Si Niang quickly got up and went to the long table behind her, tiptoed to carefully lower a long-spouted ceramic jug onto the dining table, then fetched Qin Yao's usual bamboo cup, filled it with water, and handed it to her.
Long ago, when they built the water mill, several bamboo segments were left over. Qin Yao picked them up and crafted six water cups.
