Amid their lighthearted conversation, Xu Changqing didn't just sit still. After pouring Mr. Shi a glass of water, she fell back into her old routine, continuing to chat as she went into the inner room of the gatehouse to start tidying up.
The last time she came with her father, they had been in such a rush that she'd only had time to sort out the scrap materials in the yard. It hadn't been long, but without a younger person around to help, the inside had become a mess again.
As they spoke, Mr. Shi saw her emerge with another basin. It was piled high with bedsheets and clothes, some of which he was sure he had already washed, but he didn't dare try to stop her.
He was truly afraid of this silly girl!
The girl was just like her father. You wouldn't think it, since she was usually so quiet and reserved, but once her stubborn streak flared up, no one could hold her back. And she could certainly unleash a torrent of words with surprising eloquence.
