This White Fox Temple naturally doesn't have any decent fruits, only common ones like apples and pears.
Bai Chuwei figured that because it's more than five thousand years ago here, these fruits are all wild and not sweet like the ones cultivated in later generations.
She tried to take a bite, and the apple was so frozen that it almost hurt her teeth.
Bai Chuwei sighed, wondering what kind of miserable days these were, with nights so cold that sleeping on the streets would surely mean freezing to death.
In her heart, she cursed the Trash System again, her watery eyes scanning the main hall, where two ever-burning candle lamps stood, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.
She roasted the apple over the candle lamps, and once it softened, she found two clean wooden sticks, skewered the apple, and continued roasting over the two candle lamps.
