The midday meal was taken under the teacher's roof.
Shen Hua rarely made things difficult for Cui Yun; she ate in small bites, head lowered, absentmindedly listening to Cui Yun and the teacher discuss the Historical Records.
Soon, her bowl was supplemented with a serving of cherry meat, which she favored.
The hand Shen Hua used to grip her chopsticks tightened. She looked nonchalantly again at the person who had served her the meat.
Cui Yun noticed her gaze: "After all, I took the money. I must do something."
That made sense.
Seeing him so eager to please, Shen Hua graciously ate and began to command: "Clip me another piece."
"Another bowl of soup."
"I also want sweet and sour lotus root."
Cui Yun, while responding to the old man, did not forget to fulfill her requests, eventually serving her the lotus root that was right under the girl's eyes.
"You don't have hands?" The teacher, frequently interrupted, huffed and glared.
