For two consecutive days, Lin Qiao stayed at home pondering over the design patterns. Once decided, she took a sheet of Song Tingfan's rice paper and outlined it with fine charcoal.
By the time she finished, it was already dusk. She looked up at the sky, knowing Song Tingfan was coming back soon.
Sure enough, before long, the young man's voice rang out, "Sister-in-law."
"In the kitchen." Lin Qiao had gotten used to him calling her sister-in-law for no reason, so she quickly responded.
Soon, the young man ran in with a lotus flower in his hand, "Sister-in-law, Uncle Xu gave me a lotus flower. Do you want to put it in the earthen jar?"
"Did you ask Uncle Xu for it yourself?" Lin Qiao teased with a laugh and then nodded.
Song Tingfan, looking like he'd been found out, shyly explained, "Uncle Xu was in the lotus field, and he asked if I wanted to eat lotus seeds, so I asked him for a lotus flower."
"Sister-in-law, do you like it?"
