Wen Changling held two sweet potatoes in her hands, which were still a bit hot; she didn't mind the dirt and used her sleeve to hold them, "Xie Shang, want a sweet potato?"
"No, thanks."
Xie Shang didn't have the habit of eating again after a meal.
Wen Changling could eat at any time, with no schedule at all. Her hand was slightly burned by the hot potato skin, so she pinched her cool ear with her hot fingers to cool it down.
"Give it to me, I'll peel it for you."
Wen Changling handed the sweet potato to Xie Shang and moved a long stool over, sitting together at the kitchen doorstep, next to an old charcoal brazier framed with wood and iron.
Wen Changling rested her feet on the edge of the brazier, warming herself while waiting to eat, "Did you retract the online news?"
"Mhm."
Xie Shang's skin was pale, and his fingers quickly got dirty from the wood ash on the sweet potato skin.
"Did it cost money?"
"It did."
Wen Changling wanted to ask how much it cost.
