Master Ji gazed at Wang Lei, still unconscious, and then at Xin Lin who showed no sign of fatigue, feeling a deep sense of emotion in his heart.
Time spares no one. When he was a servant at the tender age of thirteen or fourteen, he seemed not as nimble as this youngster.
"Kid, your name is Xin Lin, right? Once you're done cleaning up, head back to rest. At your age, you are still growing. Here's half a portion of White Ginseng Lotus Root Soup left, you can take it home to eat."
Master Ji had a slightly improved impression of Xin Lin and handed over an extra portion of Spiritual Food to her.
This little one is not growing tall, probably due to weakness. Doing general work like this, one cannot be so frail.
Xin Lin was not shy to accept it, thanked Master Ji, and prepared to take the Spiritual Food back home.
Suddenly, she paused in her steps.
