After agreeing, Su Sanlang and Madam Zhao entered first.
Chen Hu and Madam Qian also returned home.
Su Xiaolu was practicing martial arts in the courtyard. Her moves were sharp and the sound of the sword was heard.
Seeing Su Sanlang and Madam Zhao return, Su Xiaolu put away her sword. She ran to Madam Zhao's side with a red face and held her hand as she called out, "Mother."
Madam Zhao smiled. "Where's your sister?"
Su Xiaolu replied with a smile, "Sister is in the kitchen. She stewed the fish stock she brought back from Furongzhou today. It smells delicious."
As Su Xiaolu spoke, she sniffed the fragrance in the air and asked Madam Zhao mischievously if it smelled good.
Madam Zhao tapped the tip of Su Xiaolu's nose. "Glutton."
Su Xiaoling's culinary skills were naturally top-notch.
Su Sanlang looked at the lively Su Xiaolu and smiled gently. They returned to the main room together.
