An Lian stared dumbfounded at the cheerful Wan Chu'er, astonished by her unusually agreeable demeanor.
Bai Zhixi felt that her daughter was even better at business than herself.
After sending away the driver, the three of them closed the courtyard gate and started packing up.
Wan Chu'er sorted out the belongings of the mother and daughter in the room, Bai Zhixi arranged the jars for pickles, and An Lian helped find a corner in the yard to build a clay stove, convenient for cooking and making pickles.
By noon, Bai Zhixi wanted to cook, but seeing the messy yard and the still-wet stove that couldn't light a fire, Wan Chu'er simply suggested they eat out.
Bai Zhixi looked at An Lian, who was covered in mud from working, and also felt they should take him out for a meal.
An Lian, afraid of burdening Bai Zhixi and her daughter, didn't even wash his hands and said he would head back.
