The four siblings happily bustled in the small corner of the kitchen, completely unaware of Qin Yao who was standing outside with a smile on her face.
She watched them quietly for a while, holding back the urge for a midnight snack, not wanting to disrupt the warm scene, and turned back to her room.
The night grew deep, and the kitchen finally quieted down.
Da Lang placed the fried pancakes into each of the siblings' wooden lunch boxes, opened the lids to let them cool, covered them, extinguished the fire in the stove, checked the doors and windows to ensure no safety hazards were left, and led his siblings to clean up before returning to their room to sleep.
The chickens in their yard crowed right on time, bringing life back to the quiet courtyard.
It indeed rained today, but it was not heavy, with the rain fine like strands of hair, fluttering around, an oil-paper umbrella was enough.
