After Li Ji finished his double-skin milk, he was driven back to the study.
He lay all alone on the daybed, sighing as he stared at the ceiling beams.
'Sigh. Another sleepless night alone.'
The next morning, Hua Manman had someone fetch the pickled chili chicken feet from the ice cellar.
She picked up a chicken foot to taste it. It was sour and spicy, quite the appetizer.
And so, pickled chili chicken feet were added to that morning's breakfast.
Li Ji had never thought chicken feet were anything special, but after actually trying one, he found that while there wasn't much meat, they were delightfully chewy and crisp, with a unique flavor all their own.
Neither he nor Li Xun could handle spicy food well, yet they couldn't stop themselves from eating one after another.
The spice turned both of their mouths red.
Hua Manman had someone pour them chrysanthemum tea.
The father and son felt a little better after drinking the tea.
