Although they had been saying to avoid the water vat, in the end, the water inside still gradually splashed all over the kitchen. The stove, the cabinets, the small table, the west wall, and even the basket of fresh vegetables in the southeast corner... all got a bit of water, making them even fresher.
The little pink flower in Lingfei Zhao's hair would occasionally fall because her three thousand strands of hair had long been loose, and the flower would bounce around with her hair lively. It wasn't surprising it eventually jumped down, and she was too lazy to twist her hair again, but every time her husband saw it, he'd pause to pick it up and place it back at her ear. She would personally see each time the flower was picked up, it became more vibrant, transforming from light pink to deep red, from solitary high elegance to the most prominent among flowers. It seemed almost human, changing with each fall.
