In the afternoon, Tang Yue tidied up her clothes briefly. She didn't have a lot, but she definitely had more than a few, filling an entire wardrobe, two-thirds of which were hers, and the remaining third belonged to Meng Siyu.
Lunch was late, and they had simple egg noodles for dinner. Tang Yue cuddled up on the sofa drawing drafts when Meng Siyu snatched them away from her.
"Wife, let's not draw this," Meng Siyu squeezed next to her and said, "Let's do something meaningful."
"Ah…" Tang Yue looked defensive.
Meng Siyu innocently explained, "I mean this."
Meng Siyu took out two ceramic blanks and said, "I made these myself. You draw on them, and I'll have a friend fire them up. Then, they'll be unique cups in the whole world."
"Where did you get these?" Tang Yue excitedly grabbed the blanks and immediately became interested when she saw the paints Meng Siyu had brought over.
Tang Yue looked at the vibrant paints, pondering what design to draw.
