When Guan Shan entered the east room, Ji Huan was sitting in an armchair, rolling her neck, her hair already let down.
Guan Shan's gaze fell on the ends of her hair, which were now noticeably shorter, and he stopped in his tracks.
Ji Huan straightened up and looked back. "Yes?"
Guan Shan's gaze traveled up to her face, seeing how she was forcing herself to look energetic.
He had seen her constantly pounding her lower back while skimming the fat off the broth. Needless to say, she must be utterly exhausted today.
"I thought you said we were doing this tomorrow."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken Dabao to the back hills. And even if they had gone, they wouldn't have stayed out so long.
"I was home alone with nothing to do, so I figured I'd start prepping the ingredients. But then Aunt Xie and my cousin happened to stop by, and suddenly I had two extra pairs of hands. We just went ahead and did all the braising... The sooner it's cooked, the sooner we can sell it."
