She had timed it perfectly; just as Xie Zhinuan finished steaming the buns and porridge, the guards arrived together.
The simple girl carried out one steamer after another directly to the table; the guards didn't even wait for them to cool, grabbing and biting into the buns immediately.
"Mmm, delicious!"
The porridge, on the other hand, was ladled into bowls and served on trays.
After eating the buns, the guards took a sip of the hot, thin porridge. There was nothing quite like it—the warmth spread from their stomachs through all their limbs. They took a deep breath and felt a comforting ease all over their bodies.
So they ate their porridge quickly, thinking about getting something soupier the next day.
Xie Zhinuan glanced over at them.
It was one thing that the food was delicious, but she knew exactly why these men were there—yet everyone tacitly understood and never spoke it aloud.
