Situ Dieer was distressed and had no mood to comfort Situ Yu. She walked into the kitchen, helped up Situ Zhi, who had fainted onto the floor, and stumbled back to the mud-brick house, ignoring Situ Yu who was still crying loudly at the kitchen door.
The older woman shook her head, thinking, "The young masters and misses of wealthy families are truly difficult to serve."
That night, the three siblings, with empty stomachs, huddled in the moldy mud-brick house, enduring the most difficult night of their lives.
Because they despised the dirty bed sheets and pillows, they hadn't brought them back, and could only sit on the damp rotten wooden planks through the night.
Early the next morning, after a whole day and night of hunger, they no longer dared to despise the food as unpalatable, and gobbled down several black buns.
Strangely, the typically disgusting black buns unexpectedly tasted fragrant to them.
