Shen Jing carefully peeled pine nuts, having learned an efficient technique from Sister Fang.
She enjoyed peeling and eating them, and Sister Fang did not stop her.
The weather was fine, neither sunny nor gloomy. It was dusk, the lingering sunlight of the setting sun painting the sky.
Seated on the Chinese-style mahogany sofa with its curved design, looking forward, past the pond with its koi, was the stage.
It must have been quite comfortable for the old lady of the Zhou Family to sit here and watch shadow plays.
The unique charm of the old quadrangle buildings could only be truly appreciated amidst the winter snow.
As for when Zhou Luchen returned, she did not notice.
Noticing Zhou Luchen's return, the old lady lifted her eyes slightly.
Zhou Luchen glanced at Shen Jing not far away. Seeing that she was busy, he sat down in a rosewood Taishi Chair near the old lady.
"What did your elder brother say?" the old lady asked.
