Chapter: 281

Seeing that she was silent, Aunt Song smiled lightly, "If you don't want to say it, forget it, I'll go clean the kitchen."

"Wait, Aunt Song." Fu Xiaoyao hurriedly called her to stop.

Aunt Song stopped, "Madam, is there anything else?"

"Yes." Fu Xiaoyao picked up the bag on the sofa, "I stained Han Chuan's clothes and got a lot of coffee on them, but I don't know how to deal with them. Aunt Song, what can you do?"

"Let me see how dirty it is first." Aunt Song took the bag and took out the clothes.

After reading it, she pondered for a few seconds, "It's okay, and it's not particularly serious."

"So, it can be cleaned?" Fu Xiaoyao looked at her in surprise.

Aunt Song hummed, "Okay, I'll wash it."

"No!" Fu Xiaoyao snatched the clothes back and hugged them in her arms, "I did the dirty work, I just wash it myself, Aunt Song, please tell me the method."

Aunt Song saw her holding dirty clothes with the same expression as if she was holding some rare treasure, and immediately smiled knowingly, "Okay, okay, let me tell you, listen, first soak in warm water for half an hour."

Aunt Song told Fu Xiaoyao the cleaning method, and Fu Xiaoyao took it seriously.

After Aunt Song returned to the kitchen, she immediately ran to the laundry room to practice.

After working hard for about an hour, Lu Hanchuan's clothes were finally cleaned.

Fu Xiaoyao looked at the shirt that had returned to white, and felt a sense of pride in her heart.

I wonder if Lu Hanchuan would praise her after seeing it?

Thinking about it, Fu Xiaoyao couldn't help feeling a bit of anticipation in her heart.

She carefully dried the clothes, wiped her hands and walked out of the laundry room.

In the living room, Aunt Song immediately waved when she saw her come back, "Come here, madam, I'll measure your size."

"Size?" Fu Xiaoyao walked over confused.

Aunt Song measured her body with a soft ruler, "Yes, the Lu family needs to wear special clothes for worshiping their ancestors. Ma'am, you don't have any, so I'll measure the size for you and ask someone to order it for you."

"So it's like this." After Fu Xiaoyao understood, she stretched her arms, making it easier for Aunt Song to measure.

"Okay." After taking the measurement, Aunt Song picked up a pen and paper and wrote it down.

Fu Xiaoyao shook her sore arms, walked to the sofa and sat down, poured herself a glass of water, "By the way, Aunt Song, I haven't asked you yet, what should I do to worship the ancestors of the Lu family?"

"Actually, there's nothing to do, but you need to know some rules." Aunt Song took off the apron around her waist.

Fu Xiaoyao looked at her, "Aunt Song, please tell me, Han Chuan asked me to ask you for advice." JrNovels.com