"Come, Dahu, eat this egg."
At the dining table, the Sword Saint peeled an egg and placed it in Dahu's bowl.
"Okay."
Liu Dahu nodded and obediently started eating the egg, while also eating the porridge and pickles.
The Sword Saint peeled another egg for himself and ate it bit by bit. Pointing at the porridge pot in front of him, he said to the woman:
"Don't make porridge for breakfast anymore. Dahu is at the age where he's growing and needs to eat more nutritious food. After you finish work tonight, go to the shop by the General's Mansion and ask for some goat milk. Dahu should drink it in the morning."
Before the woman could speak, the old lady who was drinking porridge beside them objected:
"What's wrong with porridge? It's much better, and goat milk is so expensive. We can't live extravagantly like this."
The Sword Saint chuckled and said:
"But the child is growing and needs to eat well so he can grow strong and get sick less often."
