The young wife paused, her eyes dazzled by Gu Changsheng's smile. Seeing her like this, she stepped forward with a shy smile on her face, "Today is the Double Seven Festival, I made some flower cakes and have brought some over for you."
Gu Changsheng glanced at her belly, which was clearly visible under her thin summer shirt, and without any pretense, she smiled and took the basket from her hands, lifting the blue cloth, her smile growing wider, "Sister-in-law Lan Cao has really skillful hands, these flower cakes are so beautifully made, look how lifelike the chicken and ducks are."
Flattered by the praise, the young wife beamed even more brightly and warmly responded, "Mine aren't all that good, don't praise me so much. By the way, my home is just next to yours." The young wife pointed to the courtyard to the east, "My name is Lan Cao, what's yours?"