Li Banfeng called out, "Old Pan."
Niu Fuzhi didn't know who he was calling. He looked at his wife in the kitchen. She was still agonizing over the salted pork.
"Um, Benefactor, what you just said was..."
Before Li Banfeng could answer, Niu Fuzhi covered his own mouth.
He felt it was improper to ask, that he shouldn't ask—he felt it was disrespectful to Li Qi.
Li Qi was his benefactor, the benefactor of their entire village. Their benefactor just wanted a quiet place to talk, yet here he was, pestering him with questions. Was this right?
Not only did Niu Fuzhi feel a sense of guilt, but his wife did too.
Their Benefactor wanted to eat, but she couldn't bear to use their rice; he asked for a vegetable dish, but she couldn't bear to cut their meat. She wished she could just hide away in a crack in the ground.
They couldn't stay in the house any longer. The couple retreated outside, then exited the courtyard.
This was the method and power of Virtue Cultivation.
