It looks very strange, unlike anything Lan Wangji has ever seen but it smells enticing, far more aromatic than the cooking of Gusu but less pungent than the spice Wei Ying favors.

"Wei Ying cooked for me," he states softly, knowing he will not care how it tastes when it was Wei Ying who made it. It looks like it was made with far more vegetables than Wei Ying would ever desire, which makes the effort even more touching.

"Is this because of the day? You remembered?"