"Oh, they are cooking salt to eat. My master said that mud can be used to cook salt."
Compared to Yin Tingxue, Miss Donggong had more Jianghu experience. She continued:
"Just watch, they have other things to eat, probably some bean rice, sweet potatoes, or thin porridge. All of these are edible."
"...Is that all they eat?"
"Yes, otherwise they'd be eating tree bark by now, and that's not tasty."
Donggong Ruoshu spoke without a care, her words were like a child's, with no regard for wealth or status, nor any sympathy or pity.
Yin Tingxue looked at this scene, her heart couldn't bear it, so she said, "Sister Donggong, can you share some food with them?"
"That's my own," Miss Donggong replied. "I know you and can share with you, but I don't know them."
The simple-minded girl didn't have so many twists and turns in her mind, but considering relationships and debts, Yin Tingxue thought a bit and said, "How about I owe you a favor?"
