"Mom, I'm fine. I'm getting up now."
An Ning called out first. Lin Cuihua immediately shouted back, "Then hurry up! We're having company soon. Don't let them catch you still in bed."
She was clearly worried sick but was too stubborn to admit it.
Lin Cuihua turned and hurried to get An Ning's food so she could have a hot meal.
Inside the room, An Ning shook her head and chuckled.
After getting up, she first folded her bedding and put it in the kang cabinet, then pulled open the curtains.
'These are so hard to use. They need to be fixed.'
An Ning had to be extremely careful every time she pulled the curtains.
For one, she was strong. For another, the curtain only had a few small iron rings on a very thin iron wire, which made it catch and not slide smoothly.
An Ning rolled up the curtain, tied it in a knot, and that was that.
She sat on the edge of the kang, ready to put on her shoes. Just as she bent over to grab them, she let out a hiss.
