After some restoration, the winter backyard looks different from previous years, and the scenery is breathtaking.
Since the beginning of the year, Zhou Jiao hadn't come over, but now, pushed by her son, she entered her courtyard — my goodness, it had turned into a world of ancient charm.
——The empty rooms have already been furnished with furniture and old items.
In the East Wing, Zhou Jiao lovingly touched several screen panels, thinking she could pick up needlework again, "Son, how many good things did you guys get?"
Seeing his mom was satisfied, Ping'an was delighted, "Haha, not much. We're just missing a canopy bed, heard from Grandpa that we have one at home, so we didn't place it here; having outsiders sleep on it would feel odd."
"These few screens were bartered with some porcelain items. My dad once said you like embroidery, but embedding gold foil and jade would seem tacky to you."
