An elder female disciple in the sect we shared. It's respectful, ( he says, leaning a touch toward her and winking; ) to call Jiang Yanli my shijie. Though I have called her jiejie before—big sister, in a more family sense.

( Eating is nice and settling and keeps him from considering crawling back to bed for a nap. It's not worth it in the end: he dreams, and his dreams aren't restful, so alas, alack, alay. Congee it is. )

Mm, that's what I'm better at too. Especially chopping! Or adding in spices when no one's looking, which is probably why no one should trust me alone in a kitchen.

( He doesn't sound concerned about this, though it is true enough, historically speaking. Not so much these days, but as a younger man, in his teen years. )