Koala Reads

""I haven't been to the ancestral hall for a while. There's already a layer of dust on the offering table," Li Wenshu said, covering her nose and mouth with a handkerchief while slightly frowning her willow-leaf eyebrows."

"On the broad and upright huanghuali table, the memorial tablets of the successive heads of the Fu family were piled up layer upon layer. The tributes and incense burners were neatly arranged."

"The innate dignity and traditions of the old Qian family were fully demonstrated at this moment."

"Saying there was dust was just a pretext. This place was cleaned and tidied up on time every day. At most, it was the incense ash that had just fallen from the incense burner."