Lin Yuan watched as Qin Shi, with his trembling, bone-thin hands, extracted a small, dusty cloth bag from his waist. Inside the bag were several pieces of Silver and some copper coins, which made her heart ache with compassion.
"Sir, today's meal is on us, you may leave!"
Qin Shi's hand trembled as he held the Silver pieces, and he looked up at her with his somewhat cloudy eyes, surprised: "This, how can this be? No, no, your Highness must accept it, I, I do have money."
Qin Shi tightly gripped the Silver in his hand, trying to give it to Lin Yuan, but since Lin Yuan was a woman, he, as an old man, dared not offend her. As his hand stretched out, he changed direction and stuffed it into Shopkeeper Liu's arms instead.
Shopkeeper Liu, looking helpless, returned the money again. Although he did not want Bai Jing and the others to eat for free, this poor old man before him was blameless, and since the Boss had already declared it was free, he couldn't accept payment either!
