Despite Yan Zhigao's position as the County Magistrate, his official salary truly wasn't high. Coupled with his upright and honest nature, he never exploited the common people for extra income, so his family only lived slightly better than the average household.
Therefore, even if he went to bed hungry at night, unless he paid for it himself, he could not ask the kitchen to prepare a late-night snack.
Sun Family also found it distressing, "Isn't that the truth? It's like the immortals are fighting and the little devils suffer. I guess the children haven't had their fill either." As she spoke, she looked toward Yan Wenjie and his two sisters, "You children as well, we adults may not eat much, but there's no need for you to hold back. You should have eaten more."
Yan Wenjie replied, "Mother, dare we eat? With Grandmother and Uncle looking so frightening, it's a miracle my chopsticks didn't drop."
Yan Yile chimed in with a nod, "Exactly."
