The setting sun descended in the west.
The Xia Mansion, whose kitchen door had been closed all day, finally opened with a creak, just as the wooden planks were stained with the orange-red sunset.
Ye Feizhou was long gone, but Lei Aoxue chose to stay.
In the courtyard, Zhu Qing stood with her hands on her hips, watching as Lei Aoxue whispered stage advice to Liu Ying. Suddenly hearing a sound, her gaze immediately shifted to the young man stretching as he stepped out of the door.
"Mr. Xia!"
Liu Ying leapt off the stone stool with a thud, exclaiming with joy, "Let's go!"
Xia Yu sniffed his clothes; having immersed himself in research for the past day or two, coupled with intensive and tireless cooking practice, he smelled of sweat mixed with the scent of oil — a true man's odor. He disdainfully waved his hand to fan the smell away, "Aunt Qing, do we have enough time? I'd like to take a bath before going."
"Do you plan to bathe and change clothes at the venue?"
