Even though she felt lonely, Feng Qingxue was quite adept at finding joy in solitude.
Now that the natural disaster had passed, the soldiers on the front lines were handling the aftermath, and no injured people had been sent to her. Without any pressure, she could indulge in this; otherwise, she'd be too worried about Lu Jiang to think about such things.
In the kitchen were two pots; one was stewing two old geese, the other five-spice beef, and smokeless white coal burned in the stove.
Both the coal and the ingredients for seasoning came from her space.
Feng Qingxue sat before the stove, her eyes fixed on the fire, turning the jade bracelet on her other wrist.
It was the bracelet that Lu Jiang had brought from South Yunnan, and she often wore it on her wrist when no one was around.
People nurture jade for three years, and jade nurtures people for a lifetime.
