In the front courtyard, Jian Huaifeng entered the room prepared for him.
The room had a heated kang, making it warm and cozy. After braving the cold wind along the journey, the warmth was a welcoming relief.
Jian Huaifeng, after all, was no longer young. Although he was dressed warmly, the alcohol and the night breeze had made him uncomfortable.
Looking at the bedding prepared on the kang and feeling the warm tea on the table, he felt more at ease after drinking a cup.
Soon, Lame came with hot water to help him wash up.
From the back courtyard, Old Madam Ding sent over a meal box. Upon opening it, the room was filled with a delightful aroma.
Jian Huaifeng couldn't resist and ate heartily, smearing oil all over his beard. He put down his chopsticks and sighed, "Our Madam is truly meticulous. With such a virtuous wife, our lord is indeed blessed; adept in both martial and literary affairs, excelling in earning money outside and managing the household inside."
