Hearing the call, Feng Qingxue let the visitor in while resisting the urge to press her hand to her forehead.
The one saving grace was that Zhu Cuihong, who had just come in, was not like Xiu Qinghe, trying to take advantage of the situation. Instead, she carried a bowl of egg custard, "Sister-in-law, I made egg custard for the kids this morning, but he couldn't finish it, so I'm giving the rest to Zhuangzhuang."
"Thank you, Cuihong," Feng Qingxue said as she got down from the heated brick bed to take the bowl. "Once Zhuangzhuang has finished, I'll ask Sister Tian to return the bowl to you."
When returning the bowl, it's customary to include some other food in it as a reciprocating gift.
Zhu Cuihong waved her hand dismissively, "What's the rush? We're not eagerly waiting to use the bowl. By the way, sister-in-law, tomorrow is Su Junlin's daughter's hundred-day celebration. Are you going? If so, let's go together."
