"What can we do even if we say we're hungry?" Yang Sanni pouted, "We're definitely not getting a share of today's meal…" Even some resentment was evident in her tone, blaming Yang Ruxin for talking back to Yang Anshi. Before, there might have been some leftovers, but today, probably not even that.
Yang Ruxin couldn't be bothered with that sullen little girl; instead, she stood up: "If you're hungry, you need to eat, wait…" Then she turned and walked outside, she was also hungry.
Once she stepped outside the room, Yang Ruxin halted, looking down at the palm of her right hand. There was no actual wound from a wheat stalk, but somehow, a strange cut had appeared—there was no bleeding, but a drop of fresh red blood was congealed in the center of her palm, impossible to wipe away. It looked... somewhat eerie!
By now, the meal in the kitchen was ready.
It was prepared under the supervision of Yang Anshi.
