Night fell, and the village filled with the fragrance of cooking.
Candlelight lit the wooden houses scattered across the hillside, illuminating the windows. Through the open doors, Fire Pits could be seen cooking meals. The clatter of bowls and chopsticks came from every household, while the evening breeze brought a hint of coolness.
Inside, flames crackled in the square Fire Pit, and steam rose from the pot.
Bai Yujun's gaze drifted upward, because many strips of cured meat hung from the roof. Tastes differed from person to person, but in this age of scarce supplies, such food counted as hard currency.
She tended the fire and cooked, looking exactly like an ordinary, unremarkable person.
She used a new bamboo bowl and wooden spoon.
Bai Yujun had made them herself.
To keep them from cracking or growing moldy required many steps. Bai Moulong could be considered a skilled artisan dragon of the Immortal Realm.
She sat obediently on a bamboo stool, waiting for the meal. Holding her bamboo bowl, she smiled with narrowed eyes. Though the Immortal Realm was vast, there were few places where she could set aside her anxiety and feel peace.
Bamboo Spring Temple was suitable for quiet cultivation.
Other than that, only Mu Duo's little village was peaceful.
"Wonderful~"
Living without conflict, following nature, and enjoying each day of life—quite nice.
The iron pot had been blackened by smoke, with a faintly seasoned patina. Its lid rattled as it bubbled furiously. Food cooked over firewood had a unique fragrance that was difficult to describe.
Mu Duo lifted the lid. Steam blurred the air as she first served the big-eating dragon a bowl of meat porridge, then served herself last.
"Eat a little less. The pot is too small. You drank so much water during the day, yet