That night at the Xie Residence's dinner table, there was, unprecedentedly, only a plate of wild vegetables.
Madam Xie and her two daughters had weathered far tougher times before and didn't mind at all; they still ate with apparent relish.
On the contrary, it was Old Master Mo who found he couldn't swallow a bite.
Having grown accustomed over the past few days to having meat at every meal, suddenly being confronted with these bitter and astringent wild vegetables was something Old Master Mo couldn't adapt to. Although Madam Xie had deliberately used a lot of oil when frying them, they were after all wild vegetables, and still quite bitter.
"Eunuch, what's the matter? Don't you like the meal?" Madam Xie saw Old Master Mo had hardly touched his chopsticks and was staring blankly like a wooden statue seated on a stool.
"No," Old Master Mo's voice was muffled as he poked around in his rice with his chopsticks, unable to bring himself to eat.