The Thirteenth Master returned to the manor with a full stomach and went directly to the main courtyard.
Fujin was coaxing the child to sleep.
The Fujin of the Thirteenth Master had given birth to a princess, and the child was only four months old.
When Zhao Jia saw him return, she quickly came out to greet him, "Master is back, have you not eaten..."
As she spoke, she smelled the scent of lamb.
The Thirteenth Master laughed, "Smelled it? I overate today."
"Shall I help you wash up then? Was it with the foreigners? Do they enjoy eating it?" Zhao Jia asked with a smile.
"No, foreigners really can't get used to mutton; they prefer beef... oh, steak, it's strange, eating it half-cooked." The Thirteenth Master shook his head.
"Every place has its own eating habits. The Lady said they eat simple foods like potatoes and corn there. But such coarse grains are nutritious, and they're stronger than our people."
