Mo Tu had prepared a dress for Su Ying that had been washed until it had turned white, but there was not a single stain of grime on it.
This dress probably belonged to Que Que's big sister or mother. It was a little short on her, but she could make do with it.
When Su Ying walked out of the washroom, she could smell the fresh aroma of fish. The food that Su Ying had eaten in the morning had long been digested. She followed the fragrance and saw the white-haired Mo Tu squatting in front of the stove cooking.
