When his second cousin Qin Jian Country barged into the Gu Family's gate, Lin Wan Yi was just preparing to stew some meat.
A thin layer of mist covered the windows in the Gu Family's kitchen, while outside, everything was enveloped in whiteness, the inside was warm like spring.
In a half-person-high iron pot, meat was "gurgling" as it stewed. The rich aroma of the meat mixed with the overpowering scent of star anise and cinnamon, dominating every inch of the air inside the room.
Lin Wan Yi was holding a long-handled spoon, skimming off the froth from the surface. On her fair wrist, the jade bracelet that was entirely verdant looked so hydrated in the steaming mist, it almost seemed to be dripping with water.
Gu Yanshen stood right behind her, silently peeling potatoes. His tall figure seemed completely at ease in the not-so-spacious kitchen. His motions of peeling potatoes were as focused as when he dismantled a firearm, cutting the pieces evenly and stacking them neatly.
