September 13th.
Suitable for sacrificial offerings, hairpin ceremonies, dismantling, foundation-laying, and removing mourning garments.
Unsuitable for cooking, moving into a house, or weddings.
In a stone house within a water village a hundred li south of the border of the Divine Martial Country, the lights were bright, and the house was filled with the fragrant aroma of fish soup.
A slightly pale Xiong Ba was sitting at the table, staring at a pot of fish soup, his expression heavy, with no intention of moving his chopsticks.
The fisherman who cooked the pot of fish soup put down his bowl and chopsticks, and with honest enthusiasm and restraint said, "Lord, my humble home has neither wine nor dishes, please don't mind, just have a little taste to fill your belly."
A boy adopted by the fisherman, lying beside the table, stared intently at the pot of fish soup with shiny black eyes, drooling with hunger.
