Meng Yao returned to the Hundred Herbs Hall, and because Du Ruyi had nothing better to do, she went along too.
"Aunt Du, Master, you walked around for so long, and came back empty-handed?" Lu Luoxing looked at the two with empty hands and asked.
"What do you know? I went out with Sister Meng for a stroll not to buy things, but so that she could enlighten me." Du Ruyi replied.
"That's true, Aunt Du, you certainly don't need to buy things yourself." Lu Luoxing said with a smile.
"Mom, how's my stitching?" Zhao Xiaohua came over with pigskin in hand.
Wen Nuan was following behind her.
After checking, Meng Yao nodded affirmatively, "Not bad, but still a bit behind Wen Nuan. Although stitching isn't primarily about aesthetics, if you can make it look a bit better, it's always good."
Du Ruyi stared at Zhao Xiaohua without blinking. This little daughter of Zhao Ting's was indeed quite pretty, and upon closer inspection, she had the look of Zhao Ting when he was young.
