The Zhou family, for dinner in the evening, used the hotpot. Zhou Shuren's hotpot had a very light flavor, and after dipping in vegetables and eating a fair amount, the taste didn't linger long. Shortly after, a bowl of Chinese medicine went down, leaving only bitterness.
Zhulan returned from washing up and saw Shuren earnestly cherishing an ancient book. She reached out and took it from him, "You're recuperating. Don't read this—it's draining to your energy."
Zhou Shuren's eyes showed reluctance. He understood his wife wouldn't return it, so he had no choice but to shift his gaze elsewhere, "My illness came with the conferment of titles. At least it suppressed the rumors surrounding the Yu family."
Zhulan's hand paused briefly as she sorted the books, but she quickly finished tidying up and sat down, "Today, someone from the Qi Clan mentioned the Yu family to me."
