That night, they finally ate something different. Chengxin had learned how to make chips out of potatoes and turnips.
He sliced the potatoes and turnips paper-thin and laid them out on a hot stone near the campfire until the pieces dried and turned crisp, much like the potato chips they used to find in convenience stores.
Jianyu felt like all the exhaustion from his day had been completely worth it, just to eat something other than mashed turnips, roasted turnips, or soup.
Worn out from the day, Jianyu rose from his seat and went to the small pool in his garden to wash himself for a bit.
The cool night air nipped at Jianyu's skin as he slipped into the small garden pool behind the camp. The torch light made the water shimmer, casting soft ripples on the pool edges. With a tired sigh, he sank lower, the water washing away the day's grime and fatigue.