Jin Qianqian knew that saltpeter could be used to make ice, but since they already had so much ice stored, they should just quietly hunker down for now!
Gu Wenheng stood behind Jin Qianqian, watching the characters flow from her brush. "Your handwriting is getting better and better."
"Of course. I've put a lot of effort into it." Jin Qianqian still harbored the hope that if she and her senior had another lifetime together, learning some skills would never be a bad thing.
Gu Wenheng looked up at the letter on the table. "You still haven't replied to the letters from my brothers' wives?"
"I haven't figured out how to reply yet," Jin Qianqian said. "Actually, this doesn't concern us at all. They can do whatever they want.
