Xiangcao carried the hawthorn soup to the backstage. Whether it was the actors waiting for their turn to perform or the stagehands, the sight of the hawthorn soup had them swarming over, "Aiyo, finally, I don't feel right all day without a bit of this. Working so hard, only this bowl of hawthorn soup can provide some comfort."
Xiangcao hastily distributed the soup to everyone. One person with sharp eyes spotted the larger bowl and greedily reached for it, but was slapped away by a big, rough hand.
Looking up, it was the burliest of them all, Dahu, with an imposing air, "This bowl is mine."
The other person was displeased, "Is your name written on it? What's stopping me from drinking it?"
Xiangcao hurriedly intervened, "Let's not argue, there's more in the back. If you still want more, I can bring it to you later. Dahu is big, this small bowl isn't even enough to fill the gaps in his teeth, so stop fighting over it."
