A biting north wind, carrying fine particles of snow, swept across the wilderness of Beidahuang. At the bustling market, Jiang Rou finished securing the honey and exchanged addresses and contact information with the old man.
Just then, Sun Xiaoxiao exhaled a cloud of white mist. Snowflakes coated the shoulders of her cotton-padded jacket, yet her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled, pulling an oil-paper parcel from inside her jacket like a cat that had successfully stolen a bit of fish.
"Look, look what I've got!" She deliberately held the parcel high, her frozen, red-tipped nose almost touching it. "Wang Li, take a guess!"
Chapter 131