Naturally, Luo Jin'an started a fire on the stove to burn the wood. Even though he did such a simple task, his demeanor carried elegance and grace. It was as if he was making art instead of starting a fire, pleasing the eye.
Su Binglan put the chopped pheasant pieces into the pot when she noticed Luo Jin'an squatting by the stove with nowhere to sit. She wiped her hands, looked around, and saw a stool in the kitchen corner.
She picked up the stool and went to Luo Jin'an. She put it down and said, "It's tiring for you to squat like that. Here, sit on this."
Luo Jin'an looked up at Su Binglan, making her heartbeat hasten. Old Master Su washed the pheasant feathers in the yard while Su Fengchen settled the duck eggs. Meanwhile, Old Madam Su lowered her head and thought about her third son absent-mindedly.
None of them noticed Su Binglan get flustered.
