"Mr. Ji, are you also going up the mountain this afternoon?" Su Zhiruan was assisted by him to the outer room and sat down on a stool. She looked up at Ji Xiaoyuan, her hands cupping her cheeks, glanced at the dishes in the bowl, and then at the burly man who was ladling porridge.
The man put the bowl of porridge in front of Su Zhiruan and replied, "Not going to the mountain, I'll sell the herbs at the market and then come back to concoct medicine for you."
"Do you make a living by selling herbs?" Su Zhiruan turned her head and could see the dried herbs in the yard. Then she turned back, picked up the chopsticks, and feigned reassurance, "I'm sorry, these past days I have caused you to incur expenses on my behalf. When my family finds me, I will definitely offer silver taels as recompense."
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