Mrs. Herd believed in Anthony Davis. How could he possibly let her stay in the hands of these people for long?
She'd be home soon, and then she could return.
Mrs. Herd looked at the weather outside. It seemed like tiny snowflakes were drifting down from the sky. She said, "Ah, it's snowing. Maybe, when I get back, I can have a hot pot meal. Ah… this cold weather is perfect for boiled mutton. Why don't the two of you join me? We've spent the entire day on the road and haven't had a proper meal. Now that we're here, how about I treat you guys to dinner? Whatever needs to be said or done, let's deal with it after eating."
Mrs. Herd had already thought it through in her mind—how to eat, what kind of pot. The base definitely had to be spicy; eating a plain broth base in this kind of weather would be so boring. Spicy is the only way to keep warm.
Unfortunately... neither Arthur nor Mir responded to her.
