Author's Note: Apologies, my stomach was upset and I didn't sleep well last night. I've just gotten up. There's another chapter coming soon.
Dinner consisted of a pot with sheep meat soup base, a large bowl of greens, seven or eight peeled and chopped loofahs, a bowl of soaked vermicelli noodles, more than four jin of thinly sliced sheep meat, and a homemade sausage by Li Xianglu, sliced up. Nowadays, there really isn't much in the way of good dishes, and it's not wise to take things out of the Storage Ring.
The broth was already boiling, and Qin Zhen was so anxious he had peeked out the door four or five times with no one showing up.
Li Xianglu said with some regret, "Let's eat, I'm afraid he's not coming."
Qin Zhen, seeing Li Xianglu's disappointed look, pushed open the door and left, and soon enough, dragged someone back with him.
The person was indeed Li Jianqing, who had been squatting at Lower Ridge for a long while. Seeing his honest smile, everyone burst into laughter.
