After washing the dishes, Qian Su took a thin rope from her backpack and swiftly tied a few bowls together, then wrapped them with a thick layer of sponge-like material, ensuring they wouldn't be knocked or damaged.
She then wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, her face beaming with the joy of a bountiful harvest.
Zhou Yi noticed she seemed to never take off her hat, previously wearing a white sunhat and swapping it for a warm brown felt hat in the winter.
He took a hat out of his own closet and handed it over to her.
"Here, this is for you."
It was a vintage purple-red wool hat with a touch of British style, long neglected in Zhou Yi's wardrobe because it was too thick and warm for his liking.
Giving it to Qian Su, who liked hats, was like offering borrowed flowers to Buddha.
"Thank you!"
