It started raining again.
The rain had stopped for a while during the day, but soon started again.
A dim oil lamp lit the kitchen, and the purple-haired girl held a pigeon by one leg with a cleaver in her other hand. Various seasonings were spread out on the counter beside her.
Shujun stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the door, watching the wife master. Next to him, Yixuan was rolling up his sleeves, helping the wife master.
Aside from the pitter-patter of rain outside the kitchen, the only sounds were the cleaver chopping on the board and the spatula stirring in the pan.
Dong Huiying finished handling the pigeon, then picked up a clean earthenware pot and placed it on the stove to simmer on low heat for several hours.
She was preparing breakfast for Yue Ning for the next day, thinking of the fright during the day. She thought of the one Yue Ning was carrying inside her, who encountered a landslide, fell off a horse, and was nearly buried alive, and she just…
