"From a distance, the aroma reached me!"
Xuan Ying bounced in with a smile, followed by Xuan Ming, Fu Junyan, and Du Bingxue.
Shen Qinglan stood up and said, "Everyone's awake, great. I've made some scallion pancakes, let's make do with them."
The flour was sent by Steward Liang's wife, a good half bag, enough for them.
"Is anyone here?"
At that moment, two children stood at the door holding things, the older one poking their head in to ask.
Xuan Ying shouted, "We're here, little friends, come in."
"This is tofu, Steward Liang asked us to deliver it to the guests!"
Leading the way was a little girl, six or seven years old, with two braids and wearing clothes of burlap, her skin a bit dark but her eyes very dark and bright.
Beside her stood a young child of four or five years, also dressed in burlap, with a somewhat reserved expression, standing obediently holding things.
