"I would like that very much," Lan Wangji murmurs, not bothering to stop himself from feeling or looking pleased at the notion. Not in front of Wei Ying and not in their home. Here, he can rest.

The idea of such a thing, a private acknowledgment and tradition for the day is something he finds himself pleased by, very touched by.

He takes a careful bite of the loaf, finding the texture odd but not at all unpleasant and the flavor to be exceedingly pleasing. He smiles and nods at Wei Ying, taking another bite and holding back the impulse to pull Wei Ying into his lap.