"Master, can I have another bowl? I promise, if I eat two bowls of wontons, I'll stay with you for two nights."
Li Fan sighed and nodded.
The girl then happily ate another bowl, this time feeling full, her complexion even growing rosier, with a hint of a smile, "Thank you, Master. Let's go to sleep then."
Before Li Fan could respond, the old man couldn't help but call out, "Hey, guest, she, she's sick."
"Sick? What kind of sickness?"
Li Fan hadn't even reacted when the girl, her face flushed with embarrassment, shrieked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "Ah!" and turned to flee into the alley.
Li Fan then realized what was happening, his brow furrowing as he clenched his fists.
The old man hurriedly explained, terrified, "She, she is quite pitiable, born of low status and kicked out once she fell ill... Alas, that's how it is for us servants; if we can't serve, we're just thrown out to fend for ourselves..."
