Fu Chen's birthday happened to be on Friday, so Song Fengwan didn't have to attend evening self-study. After class in the afternoon, she went straight back to Yishui Community.
At this time, it was already winter in the capital. Outside the house, the cold wind was blowing against people's faces. While they were walking around outside, the cold air seeped into their bones, and their bodies shivered.
As soon as Song Fengwan entered the house, she took a deep breath. "Uncle, Cousin…"
"Welcome back." Qiao Xiyan was sitting beside the heater, holding a stone in one hand and a carving knife in the other. He was working on an embryo, and the lines of the carving were thick. He blew at the powder on the stone.
"Thanks. It's too cold outside." Song Fengwan pulled off her scarf and jacket and sat by the heater to dry her hands. "What are you doing?"
"Just something small."
"Then, what are you going to give to Third Master?" Song Fengwan was curious.
