A boatman rowed his wooden boat across the river.
I don't know why they're rowing a boat so early.
The air is different in the morning than in the evening.
It was damp and vibrant, about five degrees lower than the nighttime temperature.
Yan Xia didn't linger. She went back inside, dressed, put her hair up in a simple bun, and inserted a white jade hairpin.
I'm dressed quite simply today, so wearing a gold hairpin would look a bit out of place.
As I stepped out of the room, I bumped into Jin Yu.
"Let's go have breakfast."
After Yan Xia finished speaking, the two of them went downstairs one after the other. They had gotten up earlier than usual today, and Yan Xia had told them beforehand that she preferred to wake up naturally and didn't like being disturbed, so they went downstairs by themselves to wash up and have breakfast.
Bao Dong had already prepared the water, one basin for brushing his teeth and one for washing his face.
The toothbrush was covered in pearl paste.
It's incredibly luxurious.
Yan Xia remembered that when she first transmigrated, she was still brushing her teeth with willow branches.
His mouth smelled absolutely awful.
I wonder if poor couples kiss, or if the smell of kissing will suffocate them.
As Yan Xia scrolled through her phone, her mind drifted off.
When she regained consciousness, she was already sitting in the pavilion with Jinyu, having breakfast.
This morning I had shrimp, lean pork, and egg congee with minced meat patties, plus a bowl of savory and spicy tofu pudding.
Tofu pudding comes in sweet and savory varieties, and Yan Xia can accept either. She also loves zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), especially meat ones, and she doesn't dislike red date ones either.
People who have experienced poverty are rarely particularly picky eaters.
"Snoring—"
After finishing the last sip of tofu pudding, Yan Xia picked up a handkerchief and wiped her mouth clean.
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