When she got to the Zhang family's kitchen, she saw that Zhang Huai and Zhang Yang had indeed finished preparing the rabbits. To her delight, there was also a small, exquisite stone mill, about half a foot across, that could be turned by hand. The base of the bottom millstone had a circular trough and a flat stone spout for the ground food to flow out.
Seeing her arrive, Zhang Huai dragged a chair padded with old cotton pants over to the brazier. He asked with a broad smile, "Are you cold? Come sit over here. It's closer to the fire, and you won't be in the way."
But Juhua didn't sit down right away. Instead, she fiddled with the small stone mill, examining it, then smiled at Zhang Huai. "Did you buy this?"
