"I am Zhu Cheng." There was not the slightest smile on Zhu Cheng's face as he said flatly, "Last night, thanks to True Person Xiao, I was granted an extension of my lifespan!"
"Ah?" Zeng Jing was greatly shocked. He looked at Xiao Hua with even greater reverence, then bowed to Master Zhu. "This lowly one greets Master Zhu."
"Zeng Jing, bring out your big vat..." Xiao Hua said with a smile. "I'll give you grain right now, so you can cook porridge for Gou'er and your wife!"
"Good, good..." Zeng Jing laughed loudly and hurriedly turned his head to call out, "Gou'er's mother, hurry, hurry and pay respects to True Person Xiao."
As he spoke, Zeng Jing himself was about to fetch the big vat again.
"No need for such trouble!" Zhu Cheng said softly. "Since Zeng Jing is the descendant of a great Confucian scholar and has such deep ties to my Zhu family, it was one thing when I did not know before. But now that I do know, how can I let them remain in such abject poverty? Though Zhu Family Manor cannot be called some grand estate, we can certainly provide meals for Brother Zeng's family!"
At this moment, Zeng Jing's wife had already come out carrying Gou'er. As the sunlight flickered over her, her body swayed faintly, too weak to support itself! Xiao Hua hurriedly raised a hand to steady her, while Zeng Jing's wife cried, "Many thanks, Master Zhu! Many thanks, Master Zhu!"
Zeng Jing opened his mouth, embarrassment appearing on his face. He wanted to refuse, but when he looked at his wife's frailty and his child sticking out his tongue to lick his lips, he could only lower his head slightly. Xiao Hua had long since noticed this and said with