When dusk fell, Lei Zhonglian was finished sweeping and scrubbing the inside of the hall. He then closed the door of the Jiuling Hall. The back courtyard was filled with a strong aroma.
"Eat," said Miss Jun, personally carrying two dishes from the kitchen.
The rain had stopped, but the air was still moist. The early summer evening was silent but cheerful.
Fang Chengyu was sitting at a table on the veranda.
"I'm so hungry." He smiled as he watched Miss Jun put the food on the table. "We didn't even eat at noon."
"Missing one meal shouldn't make you that hungry," said Zhu Zan.
The man stepped out from the room and sat down, cross-legged. He grabbed some tableware from the table.
Miss Jun ignored him and went into the kitchen to bring the food.
"I'm still young and growing," Fang Chengyu said, looking at him seriously. "It's especially easy for me to get hungry. Naturally I can't compare with you, brother."
Zhu Zan said, 'Oh'.
