An old man becomes wily with age, and Luo Zheng's abnormal physique and gunshot wounds made the elder think of many things and worry a lot, so he had to be extra cautious. However, Luo Zheng was so hungry he was seeing stars, and had no energy to answer. Just then, the young lad came running excitedly, holding a clay bowl, from which a fragrant aroma wafted out. The scent made Luo Zheng's stomach growl involuntarily, and he couldn't help but smile awkwardly.
This detail didn't escape the elder's eyes. Seeing Luo Zheng still mindful of his dignity despite his condition, the elder secretly breathed a sigh of relief. A person who understands shame won't be too wicked, so he gestured for the young lad to bring it over. The lad agreed, helped Luo Zheng sit up, and with a grateful smile, Luo Zheng accepted the clay bowl, thanked him, and began drinking eagerly.
"Young man, don't overdo it, take it slow," the elder kindly advised.
