Originally hoping to showcase his skills, Xie Lian found his confidence tested with twists and turns that night.
Hua Cheng did offer to cook, but how could Xie Lian allow him to fix the door, clean the house, and then cook as well? It wouldn't be proper to ask a guest to do all this, especially someone as esteemed as the Ghost King himself.
Fortunately, there were still quite a few supplies he brought back from the town. Even though Xie Lian used up more than half the night before, there were still some buns, pancakes, and a few fruits and vegetables left. He could make do. But after finishing those, then what?
The next day, this question was answered without any effort. Early in the morning, a group of village women knocked on the door of the Pious Shrine, bringing a few large pots of porridge and a roasted chicken. The village women were all bashful and shy, and it was obvious whom they were there for. Xie Lian couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Being good-looking really can bring you food."
The roast chicken was divided between the two kids, Xie Lian only had a bit of porridge, and Hua Cheng didn't touch anything. He said, "Looks like brother is quite popular here."
Xie Lian laughed, "San Lang, don't make fun of me. They're here for a different reason altogether."
