In the bronze fire basin, a few pieces of charcoal smoldered faintly, in a state of partial extinguishment.
The White Jade Pot filled with milk was placed on the perforated copper lid above the fire basin.
Yun Wanyao reached out to tentatively touch the milk pot; her fingertips felt warm, neither cold nor scalding, but just the right temperature.
Satisfied, she picked up the milk pot and took out Yun Wanqing's specially designated jade bowl, preparing to pour the milk into it.
[Sister, isn't there that kind of uniquely shaped baby bottle in this era? Why haven't you ever given me one to use?]
[Drinking milk with a spoon is really troublesome.]
[And you can all hear my telepathic thoughts, right? I've mentioned straws a lot of times—why don't you make some?]
The sudden telepathic voice startled Yun Wanyao, and her hand trembled, almost spilling the milk.
