"We're sorry, we didn't look after you all properly," Uncle Dong said self-reproachfully.
"Oh, how could we possibly blame you? You have a big family of your own, and things aren't easy for anyone. Thankfully, that's all in the past now."
"Shuo Ci, you're really something! You actually have all this food at home." Dong Qihua was a simple, straightforward guy.
"My parents grew the vegetables, my mom raised the chicken, a friend gave us the rabbit, and the pork offal was incredibly cheap. I'm laid up and useless—what kind of ability is that?"
Even though things were looking up, Su Shuochi didn't want to draw attention to himself. After all, he hadn't come by all this food through conventional means.
'An explanation is just a cover-up.' Unfortunately, Dong Qihua didn't get it. "Shuo Ci, you absolutely can't lose hope! I'll help you find a Divine Doctor even better than Divine Doctor Jiang—"
