"Young Master, this thing called a 'washing machine' is so magical!" Xiaoqian squatted in the bathroom, her eyes wide as she watched the clothes tumbling in the drum. "It's much faster than Grandma's washing club!"
I leaned against the doorframe, unable to hold back a laugh. "You weren't planning to stick your head in for a look, were you?"
Xiaoqian sheepishly stuck out her tongue. "It just feels... so convenient."
Chapter 21