After Shangguan Xuanyi had closed up the cosmetics shop, he returned home, and it was already dark.
Xiao'er had just come out of the bath, her hair still moist.
Shangguan Xuanyi frowned, "If you always leave your hair damp, you might catch cold!"
Shangguan Xuanyi stepped forward, took the towel from her hand, and helped her dry her hair.
Seeing him back, Xiao'er asked, "Brother Shangguan, have you eaten?"
"I ate already, but I'm famished again."
"There's stew simmering in the pot for you; should I have someone bring it to you?"
Shangguan Xuanyi had his intentions. After toweling her hair for a moment, he used his inner power to dry it entirely. "No need, I'll take a bath first. You should change, you don't want to catch a cold."
Stew? He didn't want stew! Shangguan Xuanyi strode off towards the bath.
When Shangguan Xuanyi had finished washing up quickly and came out, he found the children awake, Xiao'er singing nursery rhymes to them and amusing them with a rattle.