Having said that, she turned and entered the kitchen. Before long, the slightly sour aroma of Green Plum Soup wafted from inside.
Unable to avoid it anyway, by dusk, Hua Xiaomai had no choice but to abandon the thought of setting up a stall by the river. She reluctantly made her way toward the Jing Family old mansion at the south end of the village, looking back every three steps.
Although she had lived in Fire Knife Village for over half a year, the number of times Hua Xiaomai had been to this part of the village were few and far between. Firstly, there didn't seem to be any reason for her to specifically make a trip here, and secondly, apart from the Jing Family old mansion, Guan Rong's home was also located nearby. Out of sight, out of mind; she really did not want to get entangled with that sickly, frail girl again.
