"Xiao Yuan, I really managed to eat it, and it didn't make me feel sick at all!"
Aunt Liu makes incense the traditional way; although it's not meant for eating, ingesting it doesn't really do much. Hmm, especially with Run Sheng's constitution, even if it has some effects, it's practically negligible for him.
Run Sheng happily took a bite of the incense, then eagerly shoveled rice into his mouth, gleefully eating as if the incense stick was not incense at all, but a big leek perfect for complementing his meal.
Li Zhiyuan asked, "Brother Runsheng, want some sauce with that?"
"Sauce?" Run Sheng pondered for a moment, then vigorously nodded, "Yes, yes."
Aunt Liu stood up, went to the kitchen, and brought Run Sheng a bowl of salty sauce that was earlier served with congee, placing it on his small table.
Run Sheng dipped the big stick of incense into the sauce, took another bite, and enjoyed it so much that his eyebrows nearly flew upwards.
