Yelu Yan, upon hearing this, bent down and pulled up a few bok choy, shook off the black soil against the field ridges to remove the dirt.
Li Xianyun watched Yelu Yan with a smile.
In the dim light, his entire demeanor became even more gentle.
Yelu Yan was tall and sturdy, a man used to wielding weapons and leading troops in battle, yet there he was, picking vegetables in the garden, a stark contrast indeed.
Li Xianyun pursed her lips, feeling that she and Yelu Yan were living an ordinary domestic life just like any other couple.
Seeing him pick a handful of bok choy, Li Xianyun said, "Husband, pick two more scallions."
Bok choy stewed with tofu, garnished with green onion—sure to be light and delicious.
Yelu Yan did as she said and, after gathering the vegetables, came out of the vegetable patch and closed the bamboo fence gate.
The two of them walked side by side towards the kitchen.
