This day, Mo Yan stayed in the small room next to the kitchen, cradling a book as she warmed herself around the brazier when Tang Xin entered with two ledgers in hand, "Sister Yanyan, here are the accounts I just reconciled. Could you see if there are any issues?"
"Hmm, let me take a look," Mo Yan said as she put down her letter and reached for the ledgers. Her fingertips unintentionally touched Tang Xin's hand, which felt ice-cold, and she frowned, "It's so cold; don't you have a fire going?"
The girl was economizing on charcoal expenditure due to the recent uptick in usage. During the day, she'd work over the ledgers, and at night, sleep without kindling her room's brazier. After being admonished about this several times, she still didn't comply. In such chilly weather, what if she fell ill from the cold!