( the porch was fucking cold, which was all well and good for a bit but now his mug is empty and their cabin has run out of broth to suck down, so this late-afternoon finds him slipping in through the front door of his siblings' residence, shutting it behind him as he calls, ) It's just me, ( and makes quick tracks for their kitchen just as he did his own. but he doesn't aim for the cupboards this time - no, wei ying is holding out hope for the truest of healing poultices, the ones which only his shijie can brew...
and sure enough, there in the fridge sits the most holy of coveted liquids - wei ying doesn't even bother to check what manner of soup the container holds, promptly snatching it from where it sits and rustling up the first available pot to start to heat it on the stove.
(yes, he still has his blanket cloak. he's ashamed of neither that nor the thievery which he's committing, because it isn't actually thievery if they're family and he's hungry and cold.) )
17th (shortly after the open starter), for residents of lotus pier 2.0.
and sure enough, there in the fridge sits the most holy of coveted liquids - wei ying doesn't even bother to check what manner of soup the container holds, promptly snatching it from where it sits and rustling up the first available pot to start to heat it on the stove.
(yes, he still has his blanket cloak. he's ashamed of neither that nor the thievery which he's committing, because it isn't actually thievery if they're family and he's hungry and cold.) )