The maid picked up the mop head and ran like the wind.
Su Jin rubbed her sore cheeks from laughing and went to the backyard.
In the entire Agarwood Pavilion, her favorite place to stay was the bamboo house.
Not just her —
Xingxing's favorite was also the backyard.
Without maids or old women watching and gossiping behind her back, it was as relaxing as being on Qingyun Mountain.
After not visiting the backyard for an entire day, there were more things on the open space in front of the bamboo house.
Xingxing ran over and circled around it.
There was a big wooden barrel on top, and beneath it was —
A stove?
Xingxing looked closer to confirm it was a stove.
She looked at Su Jin with a confused face, "Miss, are we going to have our own little stove?"
Su Jin said nothing.
Xingxing stomped up the steps.
She felt that calling it a small stove was not accurate enough.
Such a large wooden barrel, if cooked once, could feed them for a month.
