The food in Beisang City is delicious — that's how Miss Yun perceives it.
Because ever since they settled down, Xu Chang'an has always told her so.
And it is precisely because of this that on days when he is not around, Miss Yun obediently sticks to three meals a day.
The girl who brought her the "tribute", Yun Qian, was still quite liked by her.
At this moment, the place Zhu Pingniang arranged for Yun Qian to rest was quite nice, with scenic beauty, and a small potted plant placed by the bedside, its leaves lush and vibrant, giving the impression of being well-cared for.
Yun Qian sat by the window, eating snacks while focusing on appreciating the potted plant on the windowsill. When the wind blew in, it tousled her long hair beside her ear, and the wind chimes by the window jingled.
The Rowing Maiden behind Yun Qian had an unending joy on her face. Naturally, she was both physically and mentally pleased to be alone with Yun Qian in the room.
