Yang Ruxin spent a whole day preparing over a hundred jin of meat, turning them all into sausages. Looking at the full racks hanging under the eaves, she couldn't help but smile. In her past life, aside from her talent in battle, her greatest skill had been making sausages—everyone who tasted them said the flavor was exceptionally good.
"How long will it take to eat all this?" Gu Qingheng also smiled, "Aren't you afraid it will go bad?"
"This stuff, once dried, has a particularly long shelf life; it won't spoil," Yang Ruxin glanced back at him, "You just need to steam it when you want to eat it, it's especially convenient to carry..."
"Miss... Sanni..." just then, Xu Shou rushed in frantically, "Something terrible has happened."
"What's wrong?" Yang Ruxin frowned.
"The madam still hasn't come back," Xu Shou gasped, "I only found this..." he said, handing over a silver hairpin, the very one Xun Hui had worn on her head that day.
