His pot? Huaisang looks a little quizzical a moment before he remembers. He'd left his satchel by the rocker outside in his preoccupation with Jin Guangyao outside.

"I forgot it outside. My satchel should still be sitting beside my seat," he confesses, slightly embarrassed. "If you bring it in, I'll see what I have. I've been conserving my supplies."

It'd seemed the wisest cource of action wth so much uncertainty on the horizon. Now he simply needs to remember to keep track of things. Not that he'd expected to run into his dead nemesis here much less plot to make dnner with him in a shack in the middle of nowhere.

"I can start preparing the ingredients when you get back."

Soup is one of the few dishes a gentry man like him can make.