In the front hall of the Li family estate, several dishes were laid out on the table, mostly meat.
As their village survived on hunting, meat was plentiful, though they lacked the variety of vegetables one would usually consume. Looking at the spread, Shu He had little appetite. The food was slightly salty and otherwise tasted only of game; it was hardly delicious.
Li Ziru did not care whether they liked the food, as he had never intended to host them in the first place.
Chapter 119