Chapter 5

Seeing that Diaochan still hadn't made a move, Duan Yu placed the earthenware rice bowl directly on Diaochan's knees.

"Drink it quickly, we agreed on half each, so it's half each."

Under Duan Yu's insistence, Diaochan did not refuse again.

Instead, she held it as if it were a treasure.

Carefully, she took small sips.

Watching Diaochan, who wore a happy smile after taking sips of the porridge that he found hard to swallow.

Duan Yu knew just how poor this family was.

It really is...

Isn't there a saying from later generations?

A gambling father, a sick mother, a young brother, and a sensible her.

In Diaochan's case, it is: an alcoholic uncle, a sick aunt, a poor and broken home, and a sensible her.

If I don't help her, who will?

Whether it's to repay the life-saving grace or something else.

In any case, I must help.

One bowl of porridge, half for each.

Diaochan did not mind Duan Yu.

Duan Yu also felt a hint of sweetness while drinking.

Just like that, the two of them drank the bowl of porridge clean.

After finishing the porridge, Duan Yu had also finished soaking his feet.

By this time, it was already night.

A new problem arose.

There was only one bed and one quilt in the room; how were they to sleep? ===== CHAPTER 7 =====