The Young Scholar was hungry.
The steamed buns he had prepared had all been eaten by a little thief.
The little thief had been caught red-handed, but not only was he unembarrassed, he even glared at him.
How brazen.
The Young Scholar shook his head.
He would eat first.
His stomach was hungry.
After eating, he would tell his older brother and sister-in-law about the little thief.
That way, they wouldn't keep worrying about it.
The Young Scholar saw his older brother and sister-in-law sitting in the courtyard.
"Brother, Sister-in-law."
"Little brother?"
The woodcutter and the woman were both a little surprised.
With the exam approaching, the younger brother hadn't come out at night for a long time.
Why was he out today...
"Am I interrupting you?"
The Young Scholar smiled.
The woman immediately looked a little embarrassed.
"Interrupting us? What do you mean?"
"No."
She hurriedly changed the subject. "But you—what brings you out into the courtyard?"
"Did something happen?"
A hint of worry appeared on the woman's face.
The Young Scholar raised his eyebrows slightly.
As for whether something had happened...
He nodded.
"Something really did happen to me."
"What?"
The woman was very surprised.
She had only asked casually.
The woodcutter immediately stood up from his little stool.
"What happened?"
He looked ready to stand up for his younger brother at any moment.
The Young Scholar smiled.
"I saw the little thief who's been stealing the steamed buns."
The unexpected remark left the woodcutter and the woman stunned for a good while before they reacted.
"What?!"
The woman cried out. "You—you saw that little thief?!"
Really?
She had kept watch for several days, and even after the woodcutter brought the dog home, they hadn't found a trace