If a mistake is made, it can be quickly discovered and corrected.
After thinking for a few seconds, and glancing at the over-fried greens in the pot which turned dark green, he thought…
Cooking is more important.
.........
The afternoon is long and leisurely.
Chen Yi moved a bamboo chair to sit under the main house eaves, flipping through a book about landscape notes that he brought from the Prince Mansion, while Donggong Ruoshu was practicing her "Barbarian Swordsmanship" in the yard. Occasionally, Chen Yi would look up and offer a few pointers. The silly girl seemed to understand, albeit vaguely, but continued to practice more earnestly.
The door of the west side room creaked open, and Yin Weiyin stepped out with a pot of freshly brewed tea. She first poured a cup for Chen Yi, the tea soup was rich, with a lingering fragrance. She held a cup for herself as well, standing under the eaves, watching the shadows of the trees move, her expression serene and distant.
