Voices came from outside.
"Who in the village keeps chickens and still manages to keep their yard clean? Only Shouzhong's wife, you're the most diligent."
Very familiar.
It was Li Lian's voice.
Hui Niang didn't expect her to come so early, quickly wiped her hands, and went to pour tea.
Li Lian stopped her.
"I know things are busy at your house. I'm just idle, so I came over to lend a hand."
When there's a celebration in the village, everyone helps each other out.
She looked around and nodded to herself.
The snow on the ground had been shoveled into the corners early in the morning, and even the benches for entertaining guests had been wiped repeatedly and seemed to shine.
New red lanterns were hanging at the door. They must have been handcrafted by Hui Niang.
It was clear the Wei Family valued Yu Tingwan.
"How many tables will you have at home?"
Hui Niang: "Not many guests, if one table isn't enough, then two."
Li Lian nodded, rolled up her sleeves and went to the sink.
