Xiao Chen glanced at Xu Erzhu, his brows knitting slightly. Just as he was about to speak, his stomach betrayed him with a loud rumble.
He had been fighting the Demon Race nonstop and had expended too much strength. Although he had taken a Minor Return Pill, he had not eaten anything, and by now he was starving.
"Kid, just how poor are you? Can't even afford a meal? Your stomach's actually growling!"
The disdain in Xu Erzhu's eyes deepened.
He naturally assumed that Xiao Chen was too poor to afford food. After all, such a situation was extremely common in their village.
The Demon Race ran rampant, and the people could barely survive. Ninety percent of them could not eat their fill.
Only fierce men like him in their village, who could both farm and hunt and earn five taels of silver a year, could barely afford a full meal!
"I'll get you some food!"
Moli did not mind at all. She turned and went to the kitchen outside, soon returning with less than half a bowl of rice and a small dish of pickled vegetables. Setting them before Xiao Chen, she smiled sweetly. "Here, eat up!"
Xiao Chen looked at the food and froze slightly.
This fare was far too shabby!
Forget Zhenbei King Manor—even at Liu Sanji's house, he had eaten far better than this!
He had been born into nobility. How could he have known that the world had deteriorated to such a state?
Xu Erzhu was equally stunned, and his expression instantly darkened.
Moli had actually given Xiao Chen fine grain. What right did this pretty boy have to deserve it?!
Fine grain was incredibly precious in their village. Even he could only eat it a few times a year!
"Miss Moli, does your village