Evening study ended.
When Chen Shi'an got home, he had another bowl of the delicious soup his sister had made.
Having a sister at home who could cook and loved doing it really was wonderful. Throughout the two days of exams, he had nourishing soup waiting whenever he came home, to the point that Chen Shi'an felt he would be letting Sister Wanyin down if he did badly.
Tonight's soup was pork rib soup with dried longan and angelica root, along with goji berries, red dates, and other medicinal ingredients. The longan and red dates were naturally sweet, and after simmering for so long, the broth was rich in color and wonderfully flavorful.
"It's delicious. Aren't you having any, Sister Wanyin?"
"You have yours first, Shi'an. I'll go take a shower."
After a busy day running her stall, she inevitably came home a little sweaty. The first thing Li Wanyin did every day after coming home was take a shower.
Once she was clean and fragrant, she would come out and chat with Chen Shi'an.
Chen Shi'an ladled out her bowl of soup and kept it warm in the pot. He had soup and meat with Fat Ink first, and boiled a pot of mugwort water for her while he was at it.
By the time Li Wanyin finished her shower, the mugwort water for her foot soak was ready, and her soup was still warm.
Perhaps it was this thoughtfulness that made her willing to cook him a pot of soup every day.
Li Wanyin sat at the dining table, rolled up her pajama bottoms, lifted her smooth, fair calves, and dipped her feet into the bucket of mugwort water.
Warmth spread from the soles of her feet all the way to her heart, and she let out a