The rain outside falls for a while, then stops for a while.
It cascades like fine velvet, softly falling into the well, stirring layers of ripples.
The air carries a chill.
In the kitchen, Hui Niang serves the noodles and adds an egg.
Wei Shouzhong uses long tongs in the stove, picking out burning coals to place in a covered clay pot.
To use later for heating the foot stove.
He glances at his wife: "I see the smile at the corner of your mouth hasn't faded. Are you that happy that Lang and Wan Niang are back?"
"Aren't you happy?"
Hui Niang: "Did you notice? Lang looks much better this time. When he got off the carriage just now, he barely needed anyone's help."
"These days when they're not home, I feel like there's an emptiness inside, can't find the energy to do anything, just worried something might go wrong with him."
Now, everything should finally be settled.
