Old Mrs. Qin personally saw her off, then returned to find Li Qiao, "Did you have a fight with your mother? Why did she leave just like that?"
Li Qiao feigned confusion, "Fight? No, we didn't."
Old Mrs. Qin was relieved, "That's good to hear," and she left.
Li Qiao wrote until dusk before standing up to stretch.
The aunties outside gradually left one after another, and Old Mrs. Qin went back home to cook.
Thanks to knitting, the family's living standard had improved and their diet had gotten better as well.
Old Mrs. Qin no longer made the watery soup and thin porridge they often used to eat; instead, she made dough and cooked large pancakes.
Li Qiao followed along and learned. After cooking two, he got the hang of it easily.
Old Mrs. Qin often praised, "Our Qiaoqiao is really smart, he picks things up at just one glance."
Li Qiao smiled with a curling lip, "It's not technically challenging or anything."
