"Is this... Qilin Soup?"
"Yes, I made it myself. Have a taste."
"..."
After taking a sip, Yin Kejun trembled all over, and two blushes appeared on her snow-white, jade-like cheeks. Only after a long while did she exhale a murky breath and looked at the young man with complex emotions.
"I've embarrassed myself with my amateur skills."
"Not at all, Sister Ke Jun, the food you make is also very delicious."
"If you don't like it, just throw it away, no need to force yourself..."
"No, every grain is the fat of the people. Last year there was a great disaster in He Yang, the starving people resorted to cannibalism, how dare I waste!"
Hearing the boy's casual whisper, the two girls, who had been raised in luxury and sheltered lives, felt a tremor in their hearts, as though they couldn't understand but were deeply moved.
Cannibalism...
The hollow, abstract words suddenly seemed to form a picture, pressing down on them until they couldn't breathe.
