Gu Ran: "..."
Zhuang Jing laughed, "Eat up, it's almost time to clear the table."
Meal times at Villa of Yearning were fixed; food was served and cleared on schedule, and this was the case even when Su Qing was still a child—if you didn't eat, you missed out.
When breakfast was cleared away, much was left untouched, and Gu Ran felt it was a great pity in his heart.
After eating, half an hour later the maid came to clean, and Zhuang Jing instructed her that from now on the three bedrooms on the first floor didn't need tending to.
"We don't even have a vacuum cleaner at home," He Qingyan lay on the living room sofa in blue pajamas, her posture relaxed.
Not at all sloppy, she was the epitome of a leisurely wealthy young lady.
She wasn't wearing socks, and her jade-like toes wriggled restlessly, as if each had a mind of its own.
"It would be nice to have a broom," Gu Ran said.
