"Young Master, if it's not enough just call me over." The waiter said and retreated.
She poured a cup of warm wine and took a sip. She then put down the cup and picked up the chopsticks and started eating the peanuts. As she observed the people on this floor, she could see that some problems would arise.
Other than some cultivators, most of the people here were poorly ill, especially a young woman in the corner. She was dressed plainly and sitting on the ground in the corner with a sleeping three year old in her arms. It seemed that the innkeeper had allowed them to stay the night out of the good will of his heart.
The child in the young woman's arm had a pale face which was also a little swollen. The child's face was also covered in many layers of clothing and would twitch occasionally. Upon seeing this, she called the waiter over.
"Young Master, is there anything I can do for you?" The waiter came to her side and asked.
