Although she thought this way, when the time pointed to half past eleven, another strange noise outside occurred, yet after that noise, there was no sound anymore.
Zhang Xiu'er really couldn't connect this noise with decocting medicine. She really couldn't hold back anymore and involuntarily stepped down from the kang edge and walked a few steps towards the door. But upon reaching the door, she started to hesitate again.
After thinking it over, she decided to ask him first.
So she leaned against the doorway, and tentatively called out in the direction of the kitchen: "Zhao Yang, Zhao Yang, is something wrong?"
"No, nothing!" Zhao Yang's voice came back immediately from the corridor, sounding somewhat rushed. Xiu'er, with her keen intuition, felt that something might have happened.
Only to hear Zhao Yang continue: "Sister Xiu'er, just wait for me a little bit longer, I'll be done soon, ten minutes, at most twenty minutes!"
