After seeing off Gong Baotong and his niece, Gong Xiaocui, Yunyi smiled and shook her head as she looked at the thank-you gifts laid out on the stone platform in the courtyard.
Since she couldn't refuse them, she might as well accept them. That way, the Gong Family's minds would be at ease.
She glanced through the gifts: there was a jar of Malt Essence, two bottles of pear preserves, a piece of black dacron fabric, a piece of white fabric with red dots—a type of cool, breathable material—as well as about one kilogram each of rice and white flour, and a bag of crooked-mouth peaches, none of them small, clearly chosen with care.
On the ground, there was a wicker basket with a large watermelon inside. The thank-you gifts were indeed generous.
She carried the items into the room, took a peach from the net bag, and headed to the kitchen.
She hadn't cooked at noon, and if she didn't start cooking that evening, people might start to wonder.
