After dinner, Ji Huan went back to the mixing room in the backyard.
Ji Mingfang was busy with the vegetable harvest and hadn't been able to give Dabao his lessons recently. With his evenings now free, Dabao became even more clingy with Ji Huan.
He followed her into the mixing room, sat properly on a low stool, and his eyes followed her every move.
When Ji Huan looked at him, he would just blink, his face a mask of innocence.
Before long, Guan Shan also pushed the door open and came in.
Meeting the two pairs of eyes—one big, one small—he said calmly, "It's too early to sleep. I'm here to help."
Ji Huan said, "...Don't you have to train?"
"I already finished today."
Ji Huan fell silent.
'Fine. Stay if you want to.'
"Well, don't just stand there, you two. Sift the powders in these bags for me one more time. And remember, don't get them mixed up."
