Sitting at her own seat, Lin Yuan picked up her teacup and took a sip. Suddenly, Yan Ruchun remembered something and looked past the rim of her cup at Xu Muqing, "Right, what did you send in the winter? It couldn't have been snowballs, could it?"
At the mention of snowballs, Xu Muqing, who had been drooling over the apple blossoms, turned around in alarm and exclaimed, "How did you know? Yes, yes, I sent snowballs! And Brother Rong really liked them, he kept them all this time!"
Not only did Yan Ruchun become curious, but Lin Yuan was also intrigued. How could snowballs be preserved? Could it be that this Brother Rong mentioned by Xu Muqing had some special way of storing them? If there really was a good method to preserve snowballs, she needed to learn it well, so she could use it to keep ice in the future—it was too inconvenient to hide ice in the ice cellar.
However, the Brother Rong mentioned by Xu Muqing clearly did not meet Lin Yuan's expectations.