"Eh, why are you back so early?" Madam Qian was very serious. She only reacted when she was a shadow at the door. She glanced at the teapot in his hand and said, "There's no more tea? There's hot water boiling on the stove in the kitchen. You can just use it."
"Mother, where's father?" Chu Xueqin put down the teapot and did not go to the kitchen. He walked straight to the dining table, poured a cup of tea, and took a sip as he asked.
"Your father is still weeding in the fields. He will probably be back in a while. What's the matter?" Madam Qian replied. Her hands were not slow, and she assembled a Zhuge Lock in a few moves.
After assembling it, she would draw on it. If she did not have enough time, she would just casually paint the same picture. The progress was quite fast.
