By the end of October, the weather had gradually cooled, but the afternoon sun was still warm.
Lin Wanwan was reclining on the Imperial Concubine Couch in the side room, with a small food tray in front of her, holding peeled dried shrimp.
Lin Wanwan was watching the medical book in her hands while taking bites of dried shrimp. The shrimp was tight and firm, salty with a hint of sweetness, offering a unique taste.
The dried shrimp at the manor was sun-dried on bright sunny days, excellently seasoned. The batch of dried shrimp in front of Lin Wanwan was a prime grade, and once you started eating, you couldn't stop.
The dried shrimp that Lin Wanwan enjoyed was made from live shrimps caught from the pristine sea of the Great Tang a thousand years ago, but the book she read was not a Tang-era book without punctuation, but a modern re-edited version of ancient medical books.
At home, no one would touch her books, so she didn't worry about them being disturbed.
