After saying a few words to Chen Changsheng, Shi Qi immediately began kneading dough and boiling water.
Watching Shi Qi bustle about, Chen Changsheng said nothing and merely observed him quietly.
Once a steaming bowl of noodles was placed in Chen Changsheng's hands, Shi Qi began busying himself with stewing meat.
"Old sir, the stew may take a while. Have some noodles first."
"While the meat is stewing, I'll go to the mountain over there and pick some fruit for you."
"The fruit on that mountain is big and sweet. You'll definitely like it."
Watching Shi Qi mutter to himself, then glancing at the steaming noodles in his bowl, Chen Changsheng spoke.
"Young man, you're treating me so well. Aren't you afraid I'm deceiving you?"
"I know you're deceiving me."
"How do you know?"
Chen Changsheng asked curiously. Shi Qi, who was sprinkling seasonings into the pot, smiled.
"I know all the people from the nearby villages, but I've never seen you before."
"Besides, there hasn't been any disaster these past few years. How could an old sir like you possibly have fallen into such a state?"
"And begging is something you do in villages. Who goes begging in some desolate mountain wilderness?"
That answer piqued Chen Changsheng's interest.
"Since you know I'm deceiving you, why are you still giving me food?"
Faced with this question, Shi Qi smiled. "Deceiving others means casting aside one's own dignity."
"You must have your own difficulties to do something like this."
"Besides, you haven't cheated me out of gold or silver. You only asked me for some food."
"My father once said that when something takes no more than the lift of a hand, help if you can."
Listening to Shi Qi's words, Chen Changsheng suddenly sensed a special aura emanating from him.