She chattered and laughed as she bustled about, pushing forward and pulling back, but after just a few turns, she was panting and couldn't move anymore.
Yang Family came over, took one look, and laughed. "That won't do! You and Huai Zi aren't in sync. Huai Zi, shorten your steps—yes! Just like that! See? Now it's moving!"
As Juhua pushed the stone mill, a distant memory from her past life surfaced. She was a little girl again, helping her mother grind sweet rice flour with a similar mill, though that one had been smaller.
For a moment, she was lost in a daze, transported back to the past, excitedly pushing the mill in anticipation of eating sweet dumplings. The image of her mother from that memory was hazy, and as she tried to recall it more clearly, it seemed to merge with the figure of Yang Family. In her trance, she couldn't distinguish her past life from her present one.
