Chun He was choked up, carefully selecting a few broken bowls from a pile, and then started pouring hot water into a pot: "Miss, even if you want to practice your skills, there's no need to make black steamed buns. I think you're just kind-hearted, afraid those beggars might starve, and found this excuse on purpose."
Qin Wan added another log to the stove: "This winter is cold; we've had such heavy snow just as it started. Those beggars are all children. A few black steamed buns won't sell for much, but if they can get through this winter, it's a good deed that accumulates merit. Father wouldn't blame me."
Chun He wasn't completely convinced but agreed: "True, Miss, you have been discussing marriage these past two years, and having a good reputation helps find a good family. The master surely wouldn't object."
