After seeing Pang Ban and Jiang Cheng off, by the time Shen Hao sat down to eat his sour soup noodles, it was already past mid-9 p.m. Xia Nu, that silly slave, was waiting on him by the side, looking drowsy and half-asleep, while Hong Chou and Brocade and Silk had long since curled up under the blankets, fast asleep.
"Go get some more chili." Shen Hao blew on his bowl twice—the noodles tasted the same as usual, but tonight he wanted something heavier.
"Ah? Oh!"
When she came back, Xia Nu held a ceramic jar in her arms, at least two catties of chili inside—use as much as you want.
Shen Hao scooped out a spoonful, blew on his noodles, and found the taste just right. While eating, he suddenly asked, "Have you ever hated me?"
