Did Xu Changqing hear them? Of course she did. They were just in the outer room. No matter how spacious it was, she could still hear Shen Weimin and Old Mrs. Xu's hushed conversation in the dead of night.
The thing was, she didn't particularly want to listen. Besides, she was busy sorting through the things she'd brought back, and a good chunk of it needed to be moved into her room first.
She knew Bai Chenggang would be bringing back yellow millet later that night, and that her third grand-uncle's son or grandson would be coming along to help deliver it. All the more reason for her to hurry.
So, she didn't pay any mind to Shen Weimin and Old Mrs. Xu, who seemed to be taking forever to wash the dishes. Instead, she used the opportunity to sneak a few of her own things into the pile while she sorted.
'Like the white flour—if she didn't mix it in now, when would she? And the red beans, sugar cubes, and sesame seeds needed for the bean buns—now was the perfect time.'
