Feng Yun returned to the kitchen.
In Tianzhuang, the food was not plentiful, the basics such as oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and cereals were brought from Andu City, while the firewood was collected by Xing Bing along with his Meiling men, all stacked neatly outside the kitchen.
Feng Yun was busy over the stove, while Xing Bing paced back and forth in the yard outside the kitchen, frequently glancing at her as if waiting for orders and observing her situation.
During this time, Feng Yun had increasingly found Xing Bing to be reliable, a man of action who was careful and not talkative.
Feng Yun held her breath, boiled a couple handfuls of well-sprouted bean sprouts, then chopped some lotus root to stir-fry in the pot. When the kitchen maid wanted to help, she rejected her.
The smell of food was becoming stronger in the courtyard.
