Watching her hurriedly departing figure, Leng Youchen felt a sense of helplessness in his heart. He looked up at the last illustration, stood up, and reached out to touch the mask in the child's hand.
All the illustrations in the cloakroom were his own creations, as he thought his wife would be quite sensitive to masks. Could he have been mistaken?
At the very least, she could have asked, right?
Wei Anning arrived at the downstairs dining room and, seeing a table full of delicious food, was so hungry that she immediately grabbed a rib to gnaw on. Aunt Liu brought out some soup and, seeing her hasty manner, chuckled, "Third Young Lady, that's not quite proper, is it? Didn't you wash your hands?"
"I washed them, I washed them," replied Wei Anning while gnawing on the ribs. She could never have enough of Aunt Liu's soy-sauce glazed ribs.
