Old Madam Ji and her family were eating breakfast happily, while Ji Youran was left alone in his room, miserable and sorrowful.
After everyone finished their meal, Old Madam Ji took out a broken bowl, filled it halfway with congee, added some pickled vegetables, and had Ji Youbo send it to him.
Looking at the congee served in the broken bowl, Ji Youran shed tears of regret.
His mother was telling him that if he didn't give her precious treasure the Ginseng, he probably wouldn't even get a single mouthful of congee tomorrow.
"Second Uncle!" Suddenly, a small head poked in through the window.
Ji Youran looked over, his face dark with anger. It was this little girl who had eaten his prized treasure. It was this little girl who had caused his mother to lock him up! It was this little girl who had nearly starved him!
"Second Uncle! Eldest Uncle said you can treat sick people, is that right?"
With a stern face, Ji Youran turned his head to the side.
