Tian Xiang saw that it was still early and went to the theater troupe to practice for a while before returning at noon.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, she caught the aroma of stewed meat.
Oh, whose family is having a feast today?
Tian Xiang glanced around and saw Tian Chuying standing in front of the coal stove, adding salt to the large pot.
Obviously, the meaty aroma was coming from over there.
Pan Yuzhen, like a ghost, sidled up to Tian Xiang and whispered, "Came back past eleven this morning, bought ribs and beans at the market, looks like she's planning to send them over to Lu Feng."
The courtyard was small, without separate kitchens and toilets for each household.
The toilet was next to the water pipe, with about twenty households sharing it in one lane.
The stoves were two coal burners under the eaves, one for cooking rice, the other for frying dishes. What each family ate was plainly visible.
Did Tian Chuying not come home last night?
