Zhao Yan merely offered a brief introduction, explaining that it was sheepskin, and offered no further details. Zhao Gao did not press for more, accepting with perfect calm the sheepskin Zhao Yan had bought for nine taels, despite having no idea what it was for.
Tonight's dinner was, as always, plain congee and side dishes. Zhao Yan had realized that this was the only thing Zhao Gao was good at cooking; he had never eaten anything else prepared by him. However, having tired himself out on meat at lunch, the light meal suited him just fine.
The father and son finished their evening meal while chatting idly back and forth.
Chapter 252