Who knows where again she learned such nonsense.
Yu Tingwan's gaze remained indifferent.
The Zhao Family's daughter looked up at her: "Sister Wan."
She walked over, patted the little girl's head, and took out a handful of roasted pumpkin seeds made by Hui Niang from her bosom and gave them to her.
The hole didn't matter, so she simply ignored it, picked up the stone stool, and moved it to another spot.
The Zhao family's house was just ahead, the two houses were close, with only a narrow path in between for one person to walk.
Not at ease about her daughter, Lady Zhao sat at the doorstep sewing a shoe. She looked at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law pair with a smile.
"Are you heading out?"
Yu Tingwan returned with a smile: "Yes, I just wanted to ask Sister-in-law where in our county town is good for buying clothes."
This was something Lady Zhao knew all too well.
"Then you've asked the right person."
