"Ugh, don't even ask. I'm dying of thirst." Auntie Qian gasped, plopping down on the heated brick bed. The distance between Fengshui Village and Lihua Village was no short walk. She'd made the entire round trip on foot, and not only had she failed her task, but she hadn't even been offered a sip of hot water. Her throat felt like it was on fire.
"Here, quick, have some water." Chen Danou hurried to pour Auntie Qian a glass and asked, "What's wrong? The girl wasn't willing?"
"Willing? She didn't even let me in the door! Just sent me packing." GULP, GULP. Auntie Qian downed several large mouthfuls of water, feeling like she could finally breathe again. Then, huffing with indignation, she recounted the whole affair to Chen Danou.
