Xie Zhinuan was the kind of person who was very clear about what she wanted and what she didn't, what to do and what not to do; everything was well-planned, and often, her own happiness and joy were her priorities.
She stood firm in her own position.
"Miss, let this servant comb your hair, it would dry faster!"
"All right!"
Xie Zhinuan's comb was made of silver, polished to a smooth shine.
The design on it was also beautiful, Lichun held it carefully as she combed Xie Zhinuan's hair, afraid of hurting her.
Chunyu brought a bowl of noodles, by which time Xie Zhinuan's hair had almost dried.
She ate a few bites of noodles, but mostly she drank the soup.
"The kitchen is simmering chicken soup, boil porridge for the two young masters early tomorrow morning!" Chunyu whispered softly.
"Hmm," Xie Zhinuan nodded her head.
Qin Mao had just gotten better, couldn't eat anything too greasy or too hard, only soft and mushy food was digestible.
