For Zhao Jianing, Luo Qiao felt no pity at all; it was all her own doing.
Upon arrival, Luo Qiao got off the vehicle directly.
The sky had been overcast since the day before, and when she got off, she felt snowflakes landing on her face. Looking up, it was indeed snowing.
She found a secluded spot to take out the things she had prepared the night before: two processed chickens, ten pounds of meat, and three sizable fresh fish, along with quite a bit of cured meat and fish.
She had also specifically included a lot of dried bamboo shoots. Last time, Master mentioned in passing he wanted to eat bamboo shoots, but unfortunately, they were not for sale. So, Luo Qiao made a lot of them in her space. Fresh shoots would be a perfect excuse to give them to him when she returned from the South, so it wouldn't arouse suspicion. In her hand, she also carried a basket full of eggs.
