In the evening, after having the meal prepared by my sister Suo Ningbing, I took a comfortable bath, changed into comfy silk pajamas, and sat down at the simple desk to write and doodle on the white paper with a pen whittled sharp with graphite.
Candles are rather expensive in this world, but Suo Lun lit as many as ten candles to ensure there was sufficient light.
Moreover, tonight's meal included expensive delicacies such as venison and fish slices.
Even in such dire straits, he wouldn't deliberately economize, let alone share porridge with the servants in a gesture of common hardship.
Even the bottle of wine in front of him at the moment would cost five silver coins.
Suo Ningbing entered silently, bringing in the freshly made lotus seed paste and then, while Suo Lun paused for a moment, she used her small hands to massage his temples, her beautiful eyes falling upon the drawings Suo Lun had been making.
"What is this?" asked Suo Ningbing.
