Summary:
<blockquote>Midday, on a beach that’s… somewhere, though he can’t exactly say where. The shapes of mountains loom inland, peering behind dreary clouds. This must not be the far south, which has white sand and shady palms under which to drink wine, and Shi Qingxuan really, really could use some wine right now given the dryness in his mouth.
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Post-Blackwater Arc, Shi Qingxuan adjusts to a mortal life, which means adjusting to hunger pains. Someone is taking care of him.
Written for Heaven Official's Kitchen - TGCF Cookbook Zine (by-tgcfcookbook)</blockquote>
