"This is the meal you made?" Qing Zhu looked at the plain porridge and pickles on the table and glanced at Ye Xuan with complete speechlessness. Did she really have to be treated like this? She wanted to eat meat to replenish her strength; she hadn't eaten any in days. If she didn't have meat soon, she would go crazy. Yet this man said he'd make a meal, and it turned out to be plain porridge and pickles. She really wanted to smack him. She wondered if she should.
"Yeah, just make do with this meal for now. Tomorrow I'll go hunting and roast some meat for you," Ye Xuan nodded. He didn't have time to go hunting today, so this was all they had for now; otherwise, they'd go hungry.
"Fine, I'll eat." Qing Zhu had no other choice but to sit down and eat the porridge, which tasted so bland she could probably spit feathers. The more she ate, the less flavor there was. This was why she didn't want to live in the mountains permanently; it was too inconvenient to eat what she wanted.
