In a blink of an eye, it was already the end of summer.
July was aflame, in the final struggle of sweltering summer, the lotus flowers in the pond were virtually gone.
Zhuang Qingning instructed people to collect the last batch of lotus flowers. Fresh petals were picked and fried to make the crispy and sweet lotus cakes, which were distributed to Chu Siyu and Chu Zimo to satiate the little snack-lovers.
"Mother." Chu Siyu, his mouth full of delicious lotus cake, asked, "Can we take some of these to share with Auntie? She's been so busy with work at the academy and looks exhausted."
"And Uncle." Chu Zimo added from the side.
"Your aunt and uncle indeed care about you two." Zhuang Qingning responded with a smile, "I made extra lotus cakes and already set aside some for them. Since you guys are so thoughtful, gather up the cakes and go deliver them."
"Your uncle must be at the academy by now, you two can go together."