"This place used to be the Food Village, we have to trace back to a long time ago when our ancestors worked as Imperial Chefs." Qu Rou'er started to speak, "When I was a few years old, times were tough, my parents decided to go out to work. Unfortunately, they never returned, and we only found out many years later that they had been murdered on the day they left."
"The day I discovered they were murdered was actually the same day I was killed." Qu Rou'er sighed, "When I was eighteen, there was a famine everywhere, and three young men, about thirty years old, fainted outside the village. The villagers couldn't just stand by and watch them starve to death."
"At that time, the village still had a decent amount of grain stored, so they let the three young men stay and do some work."
"Who would have thought that allowing them to stay would bring disaster."
