"Mn." While Magnus and Sagramore are occupied with their dough, Lan Wangji returns to the stove to check on the pork, now gently simmering in the red chile sauce. It smells like something Wei Ying would like, which he will presume is a generally good sign.

He crosses to the kitchen table and pulls his writing supplies from his qiankun pouch. Since they are in the kitchen, it is easy to fill the inkwell with a little water, then to grind a small amount of ink, produce a piece of paper, and neatly write 天監.