"Sister Wan, the weather's pretty nice today..."
It rained yesterday, and there was a bit of drizzling at midnight. When I opened my eyes this morning, the sky looked like it had been washed clean.
Liang Jingjing finally understood where the phrase "sky clear as washed" came from.
Maybe because she had taken a bath, Liang Jingjing was in a particularly good mood.
Looking at the distant trees, greener than the past few days, she surveyed the well-organized little courtyard, hands on her hips, walking back and forth like that "I'm so awesome" meme.
"Sister Wan, what are we doing today?"
"I plan to go and wander around where the pig showed up yesterday. Whether we get braised pork depends entirely on today."
"...Then maybe I won't go."
