"You fell into the water? Are you alright?" Tang Qingying, upon seeing Han Qiwu's appearance, quickly grabbed a towel to help him dry off in concern.
"I'm fine. I just saw a fiery duck egg earlier and went to pick it." Han Qiwu grinned, showing his pearly white teeth. "It's not cold now anyway. Once we start walking, my clothes will dry. Let's head down the mountain and carry the goods directly."
Aunt Hong Mei chimed in hurriedly, "No, no, you can't do that. There's a lot of cursed wind in the mountains. You need to dry off properly before you go, or you'll end up with a crooked mouth and drooling every day."
"Exactly! What if you get a stroke?" Tang Qingying nodded in agreement, taking the towel to continue helping Han Qiwu dry off.
Han Qiwu smiled helplessly and sat there obediently.
While drying him off, Tang Qingying muttered intermittently:
"Your hair texture is so much better than mine. How do you take care of it?"
