An hour later, Zhi Chen carried a tray with two dishes and a soup on it.
To marry is to choose wisdom, and in ancient Dayuan, it was always the men who took charge of serving food and drink, symbolizing the 'husband's place'.
The children of the poor must manage households early. The brothers had lived through bumps and scrapes over the years, facing no small amount of hardship. But thanks to this, their survival skills were without a doubt sharp.
When Zhi Chen entered the room, he saw the young girl with her back to him, quietly muttering the names of various herbs while busily mixing poison to feed her venomous insects.
"It's time to eat."
But she was probably too focused and ignored his voice, continuing her work nonstop.
Zhi Chen set the tray down by the table and quietly watched her for a long while, eventually his expression a mix of a smile and a sigh.
"Stop working for now, it's time to eat."
