After washing all the vegetables, Shen Qinglan's legs were already numb.
She shook them gently a few times before getting up and saying, "Auntie, is there anything else to do?"
"Uh..." Mrs. Jiang thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No, there isn't."
"Oh," Shen Qinglan nodded, "Then I'll head back."
"Leaving so soon?" Mrs. Jiang sighed lightly, "Won't you stay a bit longer with your sisters-in-law?"
Shen Qinglan shook her head, "I'm hungry."
Zhang Xiaolian and Zhuang Ruyue both burst into laughter at the same time.
"Hungry, are you?" Zhang Xiaolian said, "There's some lotus seed porridge in the kitchen, your second sister-in-law made it, would you like to try it?"
Zhuang Ruyue nodded with a smile, "It's sweet."
Shen Qinglan said, "They've slaughtered a chicken at home."
The people in the courtyard paused simultaneously, then burst into laughter.
"Alright, alright," Mrs. Jiang laughed, "We won't keep you, hurry back and eat your chicken."
