"Mother, are you out of your mind?"
Han Shān's voice echoed through the hut the next morning, sharp enough to cut through the fog of exhaustion that had settled over Bai Yue's brain.
Bai Yue blinked groggily from the bed, Zhēn nestled against her chest, finally quiet after what had felt like seventeen consecutive hours of screaming.
The morning light streamed through the cracks in the hut, and she desperately wanted to go back to sleep.
But apparently, the universe had other plans.
Hán Bīng stood in the center of the room, looking as regal and composed as ever, holding what appeared to be a small bowl of.…..something.
"It is a traditional Snow Leopard postpartum remedy," Hán Bīng said calmly. "Very nutritious. Very strengthening."
"What is it?" Bai Yue asked warily.
"Ants."
Silence.
"Ants," Bai Yue repeated flatly.
