Seeing her like this, Dali uttered a low curse that Ji Nuan could not understand.
He was probably complaining that she was trouble or something.
She went to the cooking tent. Dali kicked over the kettle that had been set up outside, to tell her with his eyes to hurry. He was impatient.
She nodded at him. Most of the people here were very wicked, and she had to be careful not to offend them.
Dali looked at her coldly from outside the tent. Ji Nuan huddled inside, took a small bowl and filled it with soup "with trembling hands," and took a careful sip.
Seeing that she was really hungry, Dali stopped looking at her and allowed her to drink, but still urged her in an impatient tone.
Ji Nuan pretended not to hear and looked out from time to time as she sipped her soup.
