The stove was placed in front of her, the glow of the fire radiating warmth that enveloped her.
Feng Yun sighed comfortably, without any formality, and with continuous thanks, she smiled at Ao Qi, "Xiaoqi, is this making things difficult for you?"
Ao Qi furrowed his brow, displeasedly grunting.
It was quiet, barely discernible.
"Auntie, why should you be polite with me?"
He couldn't stand it when Feng Yun acted like an outsider.
Feng Yun smiled warmly, stretched out both hands to warm them over the stove, "Then I'll make myself comfortable."
Ao Qi didn't make a sound, turning his head to look at Ye Chuang.
Ye Chuang turned his head away, sidestepped, embraced the waist knife, with a "I see nothing" look.
Only then did Ao Qi turn back and hand over an oiled paper bag from his embrace to Feng Yun.
"Roasted sweet potatoes, Auntie, to fill your stomach a bit."
Feng Yun was taken aback.
