Nan Jiaojiao didn't hear clearly, so she casually asked, "What happened?"
Then she saw Bo Yanching's face looking bad, just as she was about to say she didn't want to hear, but Mo Tingshen's mouth was too fast, blurting everything out: "You don't know, when Bo Lao San was little, he was sick and went to the countryside ancestral home to recuperate. Yaen Chi and I often went to play with him, but honestly, who likes to trek mountains for fun? But their chef cooked delicious food, and every time we went, they'd make us special meals, though only four or five dishes. The rest were all bland because this guy soaked in a medicine jar all day, couldn't eat sour, sweet, or spicy food, his taste was fading away. We were worried he'd waste away at a young age, so we coaxed him to play in the mountains. The two of us carried baskets, tricking him into picking bamboo shoots alone."
