Zhulan and Zhou Shuren came home and took another hot bath. Lying on the warm kang bed and listening to the rain outside, they fell asleep comfortably.
Meanwhile, Chang Lian and Lady Dong drank the thick Ginger Soup. They really didn't expect that the soup boiled by mother would taste so awful. The gratitude they felt was soon replaced by anxiety. Mother was clearly upset, utterly oblivious to the fact that someone who can't cook naturally couldn't make good Ginger Soup either. After a simple wash, they didn't dare to sleep, tossing and turning, both aware that the matter wasn't over yet.
Early the next day, when Zhulan and Zhou Shuren returned home, the atmosphere at the Zhou residence had changed. Children got up early and were running around in the yard, while the adults were busy with their own chores.
Zhulan woke up to find that breakfast was already prepared. After washing up, the whole family waited for Zhulan and Zhou Shuren to have breakfast.
