Hot steaming dumplings emitted wisps of white steam as Chen Yi scooped them piece by piece into a bowl.
The Prince Mansion had been thoroughly raided, but the stove wasn't something that could be confiscated. Coupled with the cast-iron pot he brought back from home, cooking a big pot of dumplings wasn't an issue.
The dumplings were plump and round, piled high into a brimming bowl. He carried the iron bowl into the treasure hall of Yintai Temple, and as soon as he entered, he saw Zhou Yitang meditating in place while Yin Tingxue lay under the bedding, looking as though she was deep in thought.
"Awake?"
Chen Yi set down the iron bowl and sat beside Yin Tingxue.
"Hmm… It seems like I slept until it's almost dark."
Yin Tingxue propped herself up, gazing at the dim, distant sky. She turned her head toward Chen Yi and asked:
"How long did I sleep?"
"Four hours, you really are a sleepyhead."
Yin Tingxue turned her face away in shame and annoyance.
