"There's nothing to it, I ate, it's just that I'm having a fever today. I don't feel like eating, so I didn't cook. Really, I'm not lying to you." Ji Yu knew there was no money at home and almost no rice, but she didn't really skip meals. She just made a thin porridge with a small amount of rice. Whether or not she could eat rice, at least she could fill her stomach with rice soup, so she wouldn't be hungry.
For children from poor families, this is a common thing. So when Ji Yan heard it, he didn't say much more because he could see she wasn't lying. It was his lack of ability that kept his sister from having enough to eat.
"Brother, our days will get better, and I'll get better soon too. Don't blame yourself." Ji Yu didn't want to see her brother feeling guilty. This wasn't anyone's fault. Their family's belongings had been taken away by so-called relatives. It wasn't easy for them to get enough to eat and wear warmly.
