The flames in the Fire Pit crackled fiercely, and the scent of food drifted through the air.
Iron Ball rummaged through the book chest, pulled out a great deal of dried meat, and tossed it into the pot. Then, extravagantly, he took out a block of salt and threw that in as well. The scholar stared dumbfounded at the salt block slowly dissolving. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to host such a wealthy guest tonight! Rich!
"Cough, cough..."
The girl across from him frowned as she coughed, her delicate, pitiable appearance enough to tug at anyone's heart.
The hodgepodge stew was soon ready, steaming hot and fragrant. Since they were sharing a meal, each took a bowl and served themselves. After a few bites, Iron Ball set down his bowl and chopsticks, squatted down, and poked at the coals for fun. The scholar ate with restraint. Forced by life's hardships, he was not like those other scholars who were refined, frail, and full of fussiness, yet at this moment, he unconsciously became exceptionally particular.
After spending some time together, he could clearly sense the girl's coldness and distance, which left the scholar somewhat disappointed.
Who did not love a beauty? "A graceful maiden is the gentleman's fair pursuit"—those words were true. Not only gentlemen; any man would hold a soft spot for beautiful women and virtuous ladies. A sickly beauty, especially, could more easily stir up feelings of tenderness and affection.
The meal passed in silence.
The scholar felt that he ought to say something, even if it was only a few idle words.
"My name is Xiang Zhi. May I ask how this young lady is addressed?"
Hearing the scholar's words, Iron Ball looked up. Wearing a proud expression, he spoke with utter disdain, exceptionally overbearing.