Sizing Up Senior Brother Fang

At dawn the next day.

Dou Sufu was startled awake by knocking outside the shop:

"Landlady!"

"The sun's already up. Why haven't you opened yet? Not doing business today?"

She had actually slept nearly the entire night in one go.

Opening her eyes, Dou Sufu stared blankly at the lace edging on the bed canopy for quite some time before she finally recalled what had happened the night before.

Instinctively, her fingers trembled as she reached for her chest and lowered her head to inspect herself.

Only after confirming that her clothes were intact, still the same set from yesterday, and that there was nothing unusual about her body did she let out a faint sigh of relief.

Yet at the same time, several traces of resentment, which even she herself did not notice, slipped into her eyes.

"You little bastard."

Dou Sufu spat inwardly. "All you do is delay my business."

Yet she ignored the pounding at the shop door and continued curling up comfortably on the bed, savoring that rare sense of security and comfort.

It seemed that for more than ten years now, she had not slept so soundly even once.

No matter how exhausted or sleepy she had been before, she would always start awake several times. Or else, before dawn had even broken, she had to get up to boil the slurry and prepare the dairy goods for the next day.

After indulging in sleep and finally getting up, Dou Sufu felt that she had truly slept sweetly the night before. She was refreshed and light as a swallow, as though ten-odd years of toil had vanished overnight.

Dou Sufu had originally thought it was because she had drunk wine the previous evening.

But when she walked to the table and saw a stack of