Mrs. Shen's White Dumpling Cake

In the third year of the Qingli calendar, Bianjing City was passing through Loquat Alley. Shen Yan, the young lady of the bookkeeper who had just traveled to the Northern Song Dynasty, had not yet understood the rules of ancient life, so she first picked up an injured little fox in the woods outside the Daxiangguo Temple. The snow-white little guy, with light brown tips on his ears, huddled under the roots of a tree and trembled like a pear blossom in the wind. She felt soft and took him home, naming him "Tuan Cake". From then on, her ordinary days became full of soft concern. She had to share half of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake she had saved up for half a month. She had just copied the poem on her desk and was reluctant to scold it even if it had a plum blossom stamp on it. This humane little brat also kept her preferences in mind, and she casually mentioned that she wanted to eat it. Fresh lotus seeds, it picked up the dew-laden lotus pods in its mouth. Others said that wild animals are not mature, so it followed her feet every day. When it went to the countryside to collect rent, it would squat on the shaft of the car. After chasing the wild rabbit, it would not forget to pick up a sweet fruit and give it to her. There are no treacherous house fights and intrigues, only the tiny fireworks in the marketplace of the Northern Song Dynasty. Among all the lights in Bianjing City, there is always one light that lights up for her, and this group of soft little foxes that always nestle in her lap are the most vivid and healing little blessings that belong to her alone. She originally thought she would be confused after traveling to a strange era, but because of this small bond, she slowly fell in love with this ancient life full of fireworks.