Qu was grinding ink for Old Man Yuan to paint orchids when she heard some chirping in the front yard. After a while, Emily came running over.
"Master, Madam, the young master bought a cartload of seafood."
When Old Man Yuan heard this, his brush trembled, and a ball of ink fell on the snow-white rice paper. He shook his head and laughed, and simply led the way to the front yard.
"Pour this water carefully and don't throw it away."
Lily Mu's straw hat was tucked behind her, she was holding a whimpering baby in her arms, and there was a baby sitting under her heels.
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