Chen Yuan said a word of nonchalance, and the middle-aged man, ignoring Chen Yuan's closed eyes, still expressed his thanks.
Just then, the servant's voice came.
"Master, the fire is ready!"
"You should rest quickly, lest the chill worsens."
After that, the group gathered around the fire at the southeast corner of the dilapidated temple and sat down.
"Dad, slow down!" The young lady in the pink dress helped the middle-aged man, then leaned back and said softly to a maid dressed girl, "Little Juan, everyone is tired, divide the food."
Little Juan let out a sound of acknowledgment, then distributed the food; the servants ate steamed buns, while the master's family ate pastries and jerked meat.
The two burly men under the man in black, however, were an exception; they ate their dry jerked meat, frequently making "pei" sounds from their mouths, disliking the meat for leaving residues in their mouths.
