Douding'r's home hadn't been this bustling in a long while; his aunt, Shijiu, Shiyi, Tu Laoyao, and two young children sat neatly around a table, the sounds of pots and bowls and ladles and plates bumping against each other rising and falling in succession; the couple of people had taken off the strips of cloth, and, washing their hands, had started to eat; only Chun Ping still covered her face, a leg lifted in habit, raising a mantou underneath. Eating like this wasn't convenient at all; she could have taken a bowl of food and gone to eat in her room alone, but she didn't much want to leave Song Shijiu, and so she went through this exasperatingly slow, incredibly complicated process. Song Shijiu asked a bit about his Sanshu's condition, and then urged his aunt to take the medicinal decoction back in a while, single-mindedly raking up a few mouthfuls of food, still not having much inclination to get close to Li Shiyi. Only on seeing everyone had more or less fin...