Winter, Saturday, 7:30 PM.
Jiang Ning's bedroom is set up with an array, so there's no need to turn on the air conditioning. The room feels as comfortable as a spring day in April, seemingly a world apart from the cold outside.
On the small wooden table in front of the sofa is a tray, holding several small plates. A Qing porcelain plate has some sliced fruits - watermelon, grapes; a stainless steel plate has some spicy strips, beef jerky, and stewed bean curd skin.
There are also several round bamboo woven baskets, holding pine nuts, sunflower seeds, and pistachios.
Jiang Ning leans against the sofa, without needing to stand up, he just waves his hand lightly, and the food is brought to his mouth by the spiritual power he releases.
After snacking a bit, he waves again, and the milk tea being brewed beside the tray rises into the air.
Tongtong, who is playing games in front, is completely unaware.
Jiang Ning enjoys the tea while playing on his phone, feeling quite comfortable.
