"You eat it yourself."
"I still have some, you eat." Wenyan noticed that when Jiang Wanwan had ladled soup for her, she had purposely put more vegetables in it.
And indeed, her own soup was relatively thinner.
Jiang Wanwan didn't continue to decline Wenyan's offer:
"Alright, I won't be polite then. Now that the house is built and the snow is falling harder, once there's snow cover on the ground we'll be able to see all kinds of footprints. Tomorrow, I'll set a trap; we should get something tasty to replenish ourselves."
She wasn't good at refusing these gestures, but she could try to acquire more food.
Jiang Wanwan was a person of action.
When Wenyan woke up the next morning, she discovered that Jiang Wanwan was not at home.
Wenyan quickly crawled out of her sleeping bag.
By the time she dressed and stepped out of the cabin, the outside world was already a vast expanse of white.
The whole world had changed color overnight.