Zhao Yan was long accustomed to organizing medicinal herbs. Having dealt with them daily in the past, he knew exactly where each herb belonged. Before long, the room was restored to its former tidiness, and the herbs were neatly categorized.
He had just sorted out three more doses to deliver to the Village Chief tomorrow morning. Now, he was so hungry he could eat a horse. Aside from a bit of porridge in the morning, he hadn't eaten a thing all day. At his age, he was growing fast and had a massive appetite; Madam Chen and Zhao Yun ate only about half as much as he did. It was no wonder Zhao Yun often teased him about being a reincarnated starving ghost.
Madam Chen had prepared lunch early, waiting for Zhao Yan to return. Today’s meal consisted of offerings brought back from the sacrificial rites. The meat, already boiled, only needed a little extra seasoning. Madam Chen had also added a cold salad of purslane, and the two dishes were enough to fill the three of them.
Chapter 218