While Si Chen's mind drifted away, the medicine boy returned with the hot water.
"Young Master, have some hot water."
The medicine boy looked to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. He spoke with an accent reminiscent of the old capital city dweller. It was obvious that he had lived here for a long time.
"Young Brother, if you have nothing else to do, sit down for a while. You didn't eat at night, right? Come, have a pancake."
Many of these medicine boys were apprentices, and they only received a few dozen copper coins as a living allowance every month. Looking at the fragrant pancake in front of him, the medicine boy couldn't resist taking one. "Thank you, Young Master. I can tell this pancake is delicious."
"Young Brother, are you from the capital city?" Si Chen took the opportunity to ask.
"Yes, I grew up in the capital."
