Li Wangyu stood with a slight toothache in the bathhouse paved with blue stones, watching a young maid of twelve or thirteen years old struggling to move a large wooden tub filled with hot water and pouring it into the bathing tub.,She reached for the soap, but all she saw was a small bucket filled with yellowish-brown grease.,It has been several days since I crossed over. Although I am not used to the current situation, fortunately, I have not been exposed.。