Ha, there is indeed no defense against those who debase themselves.
"Uncle, you should lie down for now. It's not appropriate for you to eat at this moment, I'll go make you some thin porridge." Zhiyan shattered the man's illusion with just one sentence, scoffing at the thought of herself not lifting a finger and still receiving handouts.
"Ah, how could I impose?" The man's face was a picture of discomfort.
"Yes, we shouldn't trouble you further. We're already so grateful that you saved our father's life, how could we continue to impose on you now?" The girl quickly waved her hand, nervously speaking.
"Alright, the porridge I'm cooking is medicinal. It's good for him." Zhiyan reassured them, turning back to the fire.
