"Hmm?" Shen Zian had already started making dumplings. Although she knew how, she wasn't very skilled, so she worked slowly. But she was patient, carefully making each one look good, with white and plump dumplings sporting decorative edges.
"I just forgot to ask you earlier, did you confront the commander at the gate when you came in?" She actually wanted to ask if she cursed at the commander, but thought that was too blunt and might offend. Having finally eased tensions with Little An, she didn't want to start another fight.
"No, I didn't!" Shen Zian looked at Zhao Honglian with a calm expression. She knew what Third Aunt was worried about—afraid she had offended someone she couldn't afford to.
"That's good, that's good." Zhao Honglian breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing entirely, "Everyone in the family courtyard just loves to gossip and stir up trouble."
