Looking at Zui'Er's serious face, Zhao Ya couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"Don't worry, it may be worth some money, but it's nothing to your Brother Ya. You're just starting out, and if your energy and nutrition can't keep up, you'll be wasting a lot of time. So, take it and listen to me."
Zui'Er hesitated for a moment before accepting the jerky.
"Alright then."
"Alright, go rest quickly."
The night passed without words, and it was dawn the next day.
Zhao Ya got up early, but after he finished washing up, he found that Zui'Er was still not up. He couldn't help but feel puzzled, so he asked through the curtain.
"Zui'Er, aren't you awake yet?"
"I'm awake, Brother Ya." A timid voice came from inside the room.
"Then why are you still not up? Are you sick?"
Zhao Ya felt anxious in his heart, lifted the curtain, and walked in.
Since Zui'Er started living in the inner room, Zhao Ya rarely came in. As he entered, a delicate fragrance unique to a young girl greeted his nose.
