She did not eat much, just half a pancake, and a few mouthfuls of porridge.
The red braised pork had been polished off. If Gu Qingyao had not quickly taken a few more pieces for Grandfather and Grandma, most of it would have gone into Zhang Xiaohui and Gu Ruoqing's stomachs.
After dinner, Gu Ruoqing vanished. She had gone out to play.
Zhang Xiaohui was in the kitchen washing the dishes, scraping pots, and boiling water to wash their feet because her father had forced her to. Usually, either Gu Qingyao or Grandma Wen Ruyu attended to these things. Zhang Xiaohui and Gu Qingyao acted like they were the family ancestors.
Gu Qingyao returned to her room and thought for a while before searching through the warehouse of her interspace for some wool.
