Chapter 139: Tang Clan’s Paper Flower (18)
“…I’m hungry. Gramps, is there anything to eat?”
That was the first thing Qing said as she opened her eyes.
Then she looked around.
It was already daylight, and she was on a bed where sunlight was streaming in.
Beds in the Central Plains were scientifically designed to let sunlight fall on one’s face from mid-morning to noon, after all.
And outside, there were busy sounds.
Sawing, hammering, walking, dragging…
Qing roughly put on her clothes and tied her hair as she stepped out of the bedroom.
Choi Leeong, who was sitting on the porch looking outside, naturally followed behind, so Qing gave a morning greeting.
“Gramps? Is there anything to eat? I’m hungry. Aang.”
It was a morning greeting as if she had entrusted him with finding food, but something immediately entered her mouth, causing Qing’s eyes to widen before narrowing into pretty lines.
Sticky, crunchy, savory, and sweet.