Shen Yijia was thinking about where to catch a bird. When she thought about how the small animals in the mountains were all hiding in the winter, and how the birds must have flown somewhere else, she felt very disheartened.
She learned from others and scattered a handful of rice in the courtyard to catch birds. In the end, after waiting for two days, she didn't even see a single feather.
Instead, she almost caught a cold.
Song Jingchen couldn't stand it anymore. At night, he waited until everyone went to sleep before pulling Shen Yijia to the kitchen.
As soon as Shen Yijia arrived in the kitchen, she whispered in Song Jingchen's ear, "Are we here to steal food?"
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's. She really sounded like a thief.
Shen Yijia couldn't think of a reason to come to the kitchen to look for food. It couldn't be that he wanted to talk to her about his life's ideals in the middle of the night, right?
