As soon as Zhou Jiao stepped into the courtyard, she heard voices coming from the main room—sounded like Shi Tou and Mai Sui, the brother and sister.
She wondered if her kid Wu was here or not?
"Who is it?"
Zhou Jiao strode forward and saw the heavy cotton curtain at the hall doorway being pushed; she beat them to it and lifted it up. "Don't pull, I'm coming in."
The poor cotton curtain was yanked from both sides and almost got torn.
The main hall was quite spacious.
Previously it had been lent to the Women's Federation for office use; they'd knocked through the living room and the west room, so the space felt pretty open.
Later, when they moved out and she took the courtyard back, the modified layout looked fine to Zhou Jiao, so she didn't bother spending money to redo the partitions.
A redwood Eight Immortals table with four redwood double benches, and not far from the east room there was a simple coal stove.
