After dinner, Zheng Zhilan carried her bowl away.
In the countryside, there wasn't the kind of dishwashing sink found in the city, so they washed dishes in the big iron pot by the stove and then rinsed them again after taking them out. Because her eyesight was poor, she had to wash each dish over and over to get them clean.
Zhou Li couldn't stand watching any longer and walked over to her. "Let me help you."
Zheng Zhilan hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
The light was an incandescent bulb, hanging from above with electrical wires, coated with a few strands of cobwebs. It cast an orange-yellow light that revealed the worn marks on the porcelain bowls from long use.
Zheng Zhilan watched him as he washed.
After finishing, the two went to the main hall.
Qinghe was sewing clothes while Huai Xu watched.
