"Xiaomei, it's time to eat."
The aroma was so strong it seeped through the door.
A bowl of noodles, drizzled with fragrant oil and sprinkled with scallions, was pushed through the creaky door opening.
As if afraid the person inside would rush out, the large bowl was shoved in, and the barely cracked wooden door was quickly pulled shut and locked again.
Su Li, sitting cross-legged on the bed, clearly heard the sound of the lock. Because of the original owner's failed elopement, the Su Family was strictly guarding her, leaving no chance for error.
Bringing the noodles to the desk, Su Li took a bite but lost her appetite.
Through the small window gap, she could vaguely see the Su Family having their meal in the courtyard.
Mrs. Su served as the chef, ladling a big scoop of mixed grain porridge into each person's bowl.
The men who worked received a full bowl, women got a substantial share, and the two young boys of the Su Family had half a bowl.
