It was then that Shen Nanwei realized she had fallen into a dead end.
She slapped her forehead and her eyes brightened, "That's right, Xiaomiao originally knew how to write. She was just reviewing unfamiliar characters."
Her worry was somewhat redundant.
"I've made white fungus lotus seed soup. Second sister, would you like some? Mother, would you like a bowl?"
As evening approached, the sun was setting, and orange clouds churned in the sky.
Lu Jingzhi had been using her special ability to lower her body surface temperature all along. Both Shen Nanwei and Jiang Wunian in the room were drenched in sweat, while Lu Jingzhi was not as hot.
After this afternoon, the consumption of her special ability had been somewhat high, and a thin layer of sweat finally appeared on the back of her neck.
