Yang Ruxin didn't say anything more and turned around to enter the house.
Chai Qin's eyes flickered, and she hurriedly followed to serve.
Gu Qingheng let out a breath. He had said so, his wife wasn't an unreasonable person, and he too quickly followed into the room to personally help his wife wash up.
Yang Ruxin patted Gu Qingheng's cheek, "Good boy, you rest. I'll go cook." Then she took Chai Qin to the kitchen.
The old men had been eating bought meals these days and were already tired of them. Today, they had to treat everyone well.
There was a small kitchen in the Bamboo Garden, which could be used with a little Silver, and the inn also provided some ingredients. Yang Ruxin mixed in some ingredients from her space, enough for everyone to eat.
Chai Qin was helping Yang Ruxin, but occasionally stole glances at her, looking conflicted.
