She scurried back to the fire, grabbed her own bowl, which was indeed overflowing with the best meat, and sat down next to Wangchen, but not too close, just in case fate decided to make them trip into each other.
Breakfast was a strange affair.
Ji'an ate like a whirlwind, praising the food between mouthfuls to keep Wangchen's mood stabilized.
"Wangchen, this congee is life-changing. You are a god of grain. If the Sect rejects you, we will just open a restaurant and run it together. What do you say?"
Wangchen accepted the praise with a stoic nod, but his eyes kept darting to Gu Zhiwei, who was eating delicately and stealing glances at Ji'an.
When the bowls were empty and cleaned, and the fire extinguished by Wangchen, it was time to move.
"Alright, formation time!" Ji'an announced, clapping her hands.
She pointed to Wangchen. "You take point. Lead the way. Hack down any vines. Scare away the beasts with your scary face."
Wangchen nodded, drawing Winter's Sigh. "Understood."
