After taking the box, he looked at the translucent ointment inside, scooped some with the jade spoon on the side, and gently massaged it into his palm.
The hands were still his own, but Feng Wushuang felt they were particularly precious today.
"This ointment is really good!" Feng Wushuang said, looking at the box of ointment.
He thought of his elderly mother.
He hesitated to speak.
Feng Wushuang was decisive and filial, while Old Madam Feng never meddled in affairs nor went out to socialize. She never criticized Feng Wushuang's actions, even though he had not married at his age—she had not said a word.
"If Sir Feng likes it, I have another box here. I shall give it to Old Madam Feng as a gift!" Yun Jinnian spoke indifferently.
Feng Wushuang was delighted, "Thank you, Commandery Princess!"
"You're too polite, Sir Feng!"
