“Yes, we just passed by the mining area where she works today. My sister isn’t as dark-skinned as me. She’s pretty. When she grows up, I hope a kind person will take her away from here and let her live a better life.” Danso said, a hint of expectation on his face.
"Oh, by the way, my sister's name is Cedar, and she's cooking at home waiting for us."
"To be honest, I have never received such a generous reward before. It's just for translating a few sentences, and you're giving me too much. It could allow my sister to rest for several months. Even if there's no competition for the place she works, someone will still be stoned to death. I worry about her every day."
But Solo kept clutching those pieces of gold; today was his happiest day.
Wandering around the shantytown, we finally came to an even smaller shanty. Compared to most of the other shantytowns with walls and tiles, the shanty in front of us had broken wooden walls and a tattered cloth with mottled colors hanging on the roof. Under the cloth was thatch that had been repeatedly damaged by rain and sun. Looking inside from the outside, we could see two beds with a tattered curtain hanging down between them.
In front of the shack, a few stones were piled up to form a stove, on which a broken earthenware pot was placed, bubbling and simmering porridge. The rice in Puchen Kingdom was different; it had a low starch content and didn't smell very sweet, but it had a delicate fragrance.
Dansot's sister, Cida, squatted in front of the stove. In front of her was a ceramic bowl containing some green wild vegetables. After washing the vegetables, she broke them into small pieces and put them into the porridge.
Xida glanced at the visitors, blinked, and stood up somewhat awkwardly. Although her elder brother had sent word that she should cook enough food for two more people and be generous, she still felt a little uncomfortable with her brother bringing two such elegantly dressed guests.
Danso looked at the amount of rice in the pot; it was enough for four people. Sida had put all the surplus food from his home into it, and he was very satisfied.
“Xida, this is Miss Shui, and this is Young Master Bai. They are from the Central Plains. Haven’t you always wanted to go to the Central Plains? You even had your brother teach you some Central Plains language. Go and greet them.”
Upon hearing that they were from the Central Plains, Xida immediately became more enthusiastic. His bright black eyes gleamed as he spoke in rather broken Central Plains dialect, "Miss Shui, Young Master Bai, hello, welcome to our place."
"Thank you for your hard work. You work on the mountain during the day and cook for us at night," Qiao Lian'er said apologetically.
"It's not tiring at all. You must be hungry. The food is just ready."
Xida went into the shed, took out several broken ceramic bowls, and filled each person's bowl to the brim.
Oil floated on the rice porridge. Qiao Lian'er glanced at the oil can next to her; it was empty. The rice can next to it was also completely empty.
The brother and sister have brought out everything they have to entertain them.
"I'm sorry." Xida lowered her head. "There was only a little salt left at home. I put it all in, but it's still not enough. Please make do with this."
Qiao Lian'er said, "It's okay. You don't need to put too much salt in the rice porridge. I brought some with me, and it will be just right."
She pulled out several salted duck eggs with runny yolks and a few packets of pickled vegetables from her sleeve, and gave each person a portion.
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