The peach was juicy and filled to the brim, quenching both their thirst and hunger.
Li Shi gobbled up three in a row before finally falling asleep, fully content.
Since it was almost five in the morning when he went to sleep, he unusually woke up at nine because it was too late.
Seeing Wang Yue Lan still asleep next to him, her pretty face pink and clear like the peaches they had eaten the night before, Li Shi smiled. Knowing she was truly tired, he carefully got out of bed, went to the kitchen, cooked himself a big bowl of egg noodles, ate them up, and then started pondering about learning calligraphy.
Ever since he began drinking tea, apart from his study, he also set up tea implements on the side of the island counter connecting the dining room and living room.
After making a pot of Silver Needle tea, Li Shi held his teacup, turning to look at the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
