Sensing something, Mo Yuan frowned. When she turned around, she saw Thirty Thousand standing at the kitchen door with a hesitant expression.
"Do you need something?" she asked expressionlessly.
Thirty Thousand scratched his head and handed over the thing hidden behind him. "This is for you."
It was a hand warmer that was not much bigger than a palm.
Mo Yuan glanced at him but didn't take it.
Thirty Thousand was a little timid, but he still mustered his courage and explained, "You usually have to wash clothes and cook. Isn't it cold now? You can use this to warm your hands."
Mo Yuan thought for a moment, took off her pouch, and stuffed it into Thirty Thousand's empty hand before taking the furnace. "Thank you."
With that, she turned around and walked out.
Thirty Thousand was stunned for a moment. He looked at the pouch in his hand and quickly said, "Young Madam has one."
Mo Yuan paused. She did want to give it to her mistress.
