Watching Yao Zhensheng walk into the house, Ling Chen stood up by himself and walked to the two empty wine jars, a peculiar glint flashing in his eyes.
The next morning.
Ling Chen crawled out of bed, looking at the bright sunlight streaming through the window. He walked out of the room, only to see Yao Zhensheng already up, wielding an axe and chopping wood. Ling Chen greeted him, and Yao Zhensheng pointed to the table outside the house, saying, "Breakfast is there, eat it while it's hot."
Breakfast was simple, two steamed buns and a bowl of millet porridge. Ling Chen wasn't picky; after days of hunger, he'd eat anything.
After breakfast, Yao Zhensheng walked over to Ling Chen and pointed to the large mountain to the north, saying, "Do you remember the path I took you up the mountain yesterday? Follow that path all the way up, and when you reach the top, you'll find a cave, where someone will be waiting for you."
"You mean... the person who saved me?"
