Even though Tang Yuxin was still an eight-year-old girl, she had the maturity of an adult deep down. She found it very awkward to be held like that, even by her second uncle.
"Xinxin, my wonderful niece, if you really manage to persuade your father about my situation, I will be eternally grateful to you."
No substance in his words.
Tang Yuxin rolled her eyes,
She didn't expect her uncle to say anything pleasant. To her, this meant his promise that lasted for a lifetime.
She brought the dishes and other items back into the kitchen. Then she moved a small stool and washed all the bowls inside. Then the pot, rural cooking usually involved big pots, so big that she could bathe in them. If it were an adult, they could easily lift it up, but she couldn't. She had to scoop out the water in the pot bit by bit with a gourd ladle. The pot had a fire underneath it, and after a wipe with a dishcloth, it was clean.
