Feng Lao slid the door to enter the dressing room after he took a bath. He picked up the cross-collared sweatshirt and wore it above the trousers. Tying the knots on the left side, he put on a knee-length cross-collared robe. He came to the drawing room and saw Miaoran.
"Miaoran, were you waiting for too long?" Feng Lao asked and she tilted her head to look at him.
"I came a minute ago and thought to wait for you," Miaoran said. He sat in front of her, on the floor chair, and looked at the tray.
"You brought tea for me. Thank you," Feng Lao said and placed the cups on the table.
"I will serve," Miaoran said and poured the tea into the two cups.
"I heard from Sister Jingfei, you want to sew the clothes to make a living," Feng Lao said and picked up the teacup.
"Yes. I am best at that. When you took me to the clothhouse, I realized I should also work there. I want to earn money of my own, Feng Lao," Miaoran asserted.
