The brocade robe on the young man's body was originally an extremely luxurious item, but at this moment, it was so dirty that it was hardly different from the ragged clothes of a beggar.
He struggled to place the rather heavy clay pot in front of the beggar and respectfully said, "Master, please have your meal."
The beggar glanced coldly at the young man and said, "Who is your master?"
After speaking, he lazily opened the lid of the clay pot, revealing steaming hot meat porridge, and a flash of light flickered in his eyes.
He slowly put down the lid and looked at Ye Chen, saying, "Young master, you haven't gone home for a month, learning to be a beggar with me, begging everywhere. The people who reward this meat porridge are generous, but they require others to kneel at their doorstep for three hours before they are willing to give it. Aren't you afraid of freezing to death in this heavy snow?"
