Old Mrs. Meng looked at Pan Ping'an as if he wasn't planning to leave anytime soon, and finally decided to serve some tea. She let him sit in the front yard, then went on her own way, taking the little walnut with her to play in the main room.
The location of the Meng Family's new residence was just right, with the gentle sunshine of spring enveloping most of the courtyard in bright sunlight, giving a warm feeling to anyone basking in it. The mud where flowers and grass were planted emitted a light, dry fragrance, making each breath taken extremely comforting and snug.
Hua Xiaomai pushed the tea bowl toward Pan Ping'an, and seeing his face unable to hide the smugness that seemed ready to spill over, she couldn't help but smile secretly with her head bowed.
