"Brother and sister-in-law, you should come in too."
After saying that, the Young Scholar picked up the food box and went into the house.
The woodcutter and the woman looked at each other.
Then they made up their minds.
They walked toward the study together.
They caught up with the Young Scholar.
The Young Scholar took the food out of the box, one dish at a time.
Two large bowls of fluffy white steamed buns immediately caught the eye.
The woodcutter and the woman watched the Young Scholar.
For some reason, they began to feel nervous.
All sorts of thoughts swirled through their minds.
Were they really looking forward to seeing the Black Monster?
Hadn't the Young Scholar said earlier that they couldn't see the Black Monster?
So how was he going to let them see it this time?
Did they believe that the Black Monster existed now?
After the Young Scholar had set out the bowls and plates, silence settled over the room.
No one had been talking before, either.
But there had been the sounds of dishes being set down.
Now even those sounds were gone.
The woman glanced discreetly at the Young Scholar.
Then she looked at the woodcutter.
She lightly nudged his arm.
In a tiny voice, she asked, "What do we do now?"
"Just wait?"
The woodcutter furrowed his brows.
He looked at the Young Scholar.
The Young Scholar sat behind the desk, holding a book and reading.
He seemed absorbed in it.
But the woodcutter knew his younger brother well.
He knew the Young Scholar wasn't really taking in a word.
Like them, the Young Scholar was anxiously waiting for the Black Monster to appear.
"Wait," the woodcutter whispered.
All right.
The woman nodded.
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