The chatter from the kitchen continued for a long time as the sky gradually darkened, with the flickering firelight casting a warm glow.
The creaking sound of the door closing one after another marked the end of the day.
The next morning, as usual, Song Tingfan fetched water, and Lin Qiao carried clothes to the river to wash. There were many people washing clothes in the morning, and both sides were already crowded.
Probably because they found Lin Qiao a bit intriguing, people frequently glanced over. Lin Qiao smiled and nodded, greeting them.
Widow Song was famously beautiful, and her smile made her even more captivating, like an enchanting fox spirit.
She really wasn't popular among women.
Some women were a bit jealous. They were all married women, so why did Widow Song become more and more radiant?
And her figure, so well-rounded too.
