Zhang Siyu had barely had a chance to hold Xiao Bai and enjoy the little puppy's soft, adorable fluff.
Wen Ning rummaged through the pile of clutter in the corner that he had yet to sort out, found an old apron, and tossed it to her.
The apron had been a free gift from a supermarket promotion years ago. It had "Blackhearted Peanut Oil" printed on it. The lettering had mostly washed off, but the apron was still fairly clean.
Zhang Siyu caught it, looked down at the faded lettering, then looked back up at Wen Ning with an indescribable expression.
"Put it on."
Wen Ning looked at Zhang Siyu.
"Our shop uniform. Limited edition. Practically an antique."
Zhang Siyu slipped on the apron and tied a bow behind her waist.
She looked down at her outfit.
"How many owners has this apron had? I'm a Direct Disciple of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, a thirty-seventh-generation successor under Celestial Master Zhang, and now I'm standing outside a Bathhouse wearing a peanut oil apron."
"Three. My mom gave it to me, and now I'm giving it to you. Treasure it."
Wen Ning nearly burst out laughing.
"It's more comfortable than a Daoist robe."
Zhang Siyu thought it over before answering earnestly.
The first customer was Sparrow Spirit. He flew down from the electric fan, landed on Zhang Siyu's shoulder, and tilted his head as he studied her for a good while.
"I've seen you before. You're the one who peeped on my wife bathing last time. What brings you here? Have you fallen for Boss Wen? Let me tell you, Boss Wen's a good man. He's even got someone up top—"
Before he could finish, Oriole flew down from the electric fan and smacked his head with her wing.
Sparrow Spirit immediately shut up