Ringing the doorbell, Xia Lu held the jar of pickles in her hands, leaving everything else for Zhou Mingchen to carry. Although he was reluctant, he didn't say anything.
"Auntie Li, they have arrived. Could you help open the door? I'll be ready soon," Zhou Xinyao shouted from the second floor; she had gotten up late today and her hair was still not curled. She had rushed out of the bathroom with the curling iron in hand upon hearing the doorbell.
The pot was simmering fish maw; Auntie Li scooped out half of it, put down the spoon in a rush, "They're here."
She wiped her hands on her apron and pulled open the door, "Mr. Zhou, Mrs. Zhou, you've arrived." After saying that, she quickly took the things from their hands. "Miss is still upstairs; she might take a while to come down, let me pour some tea for you in the meantime."
