When the morning light spilled over the flying eaves of Qinglan City, the shadows of Ye Fan and Su Qingxue were drawn out long, falling upon the blue stone slab steps of Wanhua Tower.
Elder Chen had been waiting at the entrance for a long time, his coarse cloth apron still stained with glutinous rice paste. Seeing them approach, he hurriedly wiped his hands on his sleeve. "You're finally back! I boiled three pots of glutinous rice balls—the first pot burned to charcoal, and the second pot had a couple stolen by the kid at Aunt Li's next door—" As he rambled on, the corners of his eyes welled with moisture. He reached out to take the Jiuxiao Huanpei at Su Qingxue's waist, then pulled his hand back. "Qingxue girl, are your hands cold? I had the kitchen simmer some ginger tea."
Su Qingxue's fingertips had just touched the door knocker when she suddenly paused.
Chapter 147