Siheyuan: Lou Xiao'e, You Foolish Woman

On the other side, it was almost done cooking. A rich aroma of chicken wafted out of the pot. “Daqiang, you and Lou Xiao'e have had a hard few days. Take this bowl of soup to the kitchen, and you can have some there.” “Mom, Dad, make sure you eat plenty too. Just tell me if you run out.” Xu Daqiang ladled out two bowls of chicken soup for them, then took out ten yuan. “Daqiang, what are you doing?”