Guan Cheng was incredibly surprised, the Lu family was actually doing well enough to have dinner!
And not just a thin rice soup that barely cast a shadow, but a thick, rich rice porridge that exuded an irresistible aroma.
A square table was laid out with a dish of pickles, a plate of sliced salted duck eggs, the yolks of which were practically oozing oil.
Guan Yu's eyes lit up like stars instantly.
He had eaten something while he was unconscious, so his brother told him later, but he hadn't tasted it. Now seeing the aromatic rice porridge, the fragrant salted duck eggs, his mouth was watering.
A pang of pain shot through Father Lu. Once a proud and admired descendant of the Guan Family now reduced to this, with barely enough clothing to cover himself, struggling to feed himself, stirred within him a sense of vicarious sadness. He ladled a bowl of porridge for Guan Cheng, passed half a salted duck egg, and called Lu Tianjun to give him a multi-grain pancake.
