Thinking of stopping by Rice Flower Fragrance, Lin Yuan didn't linger, gave Lan Hua a few instructions, and then head towards the front hall.
Passing by the storeroom next door, she happened to see the kids Xiao Linzi had rounded up grinding soy milk. At first glance, Lin Yuan hardly recognized them; it hadn't been that long since she last saw them, but they seemed transformed—each one clean and lively, a far cry from the raggedy beggars they used to resemble.
These children were far more reliable than the women in the neighboring kitchen. Lin Yuan stood at the doorway for a while, yet they didn't notice her presence. They kept on with their tasks, and although a couple of them made cheeky comments now and again, they did not gossip about others like a loudspeaker, nor did they utter any vulgarities.
Lin Yuan watched the children with a smile and felt genuinely pleased; this was the harmony and diligence she truly enjoyed seeing.
