After bathing, Zhou Xuan returned to his room to put away the basin and found the room had been tidied up like new, even the window panes gleamed.
"Little Fuzi sure works efficiently."
Zhou Xuan placed the basin down and headed to the dining hall.
The opera troupe's dining hall was quite primitive, with a green-tiled roof and two red brick chimneys. Inside, there were more than ten square tables, and the chairs were long benches.
At the place where food was served, there lined up a row of wooden basins filled with dishes.
Yuan Buyu looked sullen, ladling out a scoop of shredded pancake for each person that came by, like a machine.
Zhou Xuan took a meal basin from the cabinet and walked toward Yuan Buyu. Not two steps ahead, Yu Zhengyuan happened to enter the dining hall.
"Xuanzi, you look quite healthy." Yu Zhengyuan's remark wasn't just courteous; he truly thought Zhou Xuan looked well.
