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Linzi was all dirty, so Old Iron Head had his son take him to bathe in the back. Lin Yuan took out her own drawing of a wok design to show Old Iron Head, and explained in detail the items she needed.

She had already thought it through earlier, that when setting up the stove, she would install two large stoves, using the old large iron wok on top as before.

However, she added a small stove in between the two large ones.

The pot on the small stove was removable, so she could switch out whichever pot she needed at any time, just like the ones she had used in her previous life.

Therefore, she drew pictures of soup pots and stir-fry woks, and also prepared a flat-bottomed pan for frying things.

Before, when she fried items, she used the large iron plate underneath the mooncake oven, which wasn’t very convenient.

With this flat frying pan, things would be much easier.

Old Iron Head had been forging iron all his life and had never seen the kind of pots Lin Yuan had drawn before. He immediately took an interested in studying them.

While the two were discussing, Linzi had finished bathing and come out.

Because his previous clothes were dirty and torn, Little Iron Head found a set of his own clothes for him to wear.

Although they weren’t new, at least they were clean.

They were a bit too large, so he found a strip of cloth to tie around the waist, making do for the time being.

Before, Lin Yuan hadn’t been able to see the boy’s face clearly because of the grime, and only vaguely felt that he was a good-looking boy.

She was quite taken aback when he came out clean.

The boy was indeed handsome, with a clear brow and fine eyes, although he had a cold look about him, and his conduct was forthright and uninhibited without a trace of affectation.

Lin Yuan always felt that the boy had a not-so-simple background, so she specifically looked at his hands.

If he had been a pampered young master, his hands would have been delicate, smooth, and unmarked by injury, just like Xia Zheng’s.

But to her surprise, the boy’s hands were quite rough, and there were old injuries, which didn’t seem to be from his time wandering in recent days.

Lin Yuan was confused again, wondering whether picking him up was the right or wrong decision.

Knowing the boy certainly wouldn’t reveal the answer, she greeted Old Iron Head and took Xiao Linzi with her towards Fuman Building.

The tofu shop was in the outskirts of Zhuma Town, a long walk away, so every time she went to the tofu shop she would borrow a horse cart from Liuzi.

However, it was not Liuzi who would drive the cart each time, but the young master, Xia Zheng.

From a distance, she saw Xia Zheng, dressed in casual short attire, waiting at the door.

Lin Yuan suddenly remembered the first time they met, when she had thought he was a young servant flaunting his master’s power, and because he was driving recklessly through the streets, she had thrown a stone at his head.

Thinking back on it now, the corners of Lin Yuan’s mouth unwittingly lifted. Could it be that their constant bickering upon meeting stemmed from that small stone?

Xia Zheng, who had been waiting impatiently on the cart, started to grumble as soon as he saw her approaching, "What were you doing, little stinker? Why are you so late?" He would never admit that he was a bit worried about her.

Lin Yuan, who didn’t usually hold back her words, inclined her head towards Xiao Linzi and signaled to Xia Zheng, "Here, I picked up a little hottie."

Upon hearing the words "little hottie," Xia Zheng, who had had his chin tilted up high, immediately lowered it to take a careful look at the person behind Lin Yuan. If she hadn’t mentioned it, he wouldn’t have noticed that besides the two of them, there was a third person present.

"What hottie, am I not handsome? Am I not as majestic and suave as me? Little stinker, what’s wrong with your eyes?

You have a fine hunk like me right in front of you and you don’t appreciate it, and instead you fancy a little milk baby!

" Although the child was indeed quite well-formed, in Xia Da’s eyes, he couldn’t possibly compare to himself!

Before Lin Yuan could say anything, Xiao Linzi had already protested with a lifted little face, "I am not a milk baby, I’m nine years old!"