During the New Year, they had a break for three days, but Li Yimin was called away early in the morning and didn't return until evening, limping with a bag of pastries and a lunch box of tofu stew with pork belly.
Smelling the aroma of the meat, Baoshan reached out to grab it before Li Yimin even put it down, "Xiao Min, is there meat today? Give me a piece, I haven't tasted meat in months."
"Eat, eat, eat, all you know is to eat. Don't you even ask how I got this meat?" Suddenly, Li Yimin broke down, crying and wailing.
She threw the pastries and lunch box on the ground and lunged at him, punching and kicking.
Baoshan didn't dare to fight back.
His current good days depended on Li Yimin; as long as those stewards weren't tired of Li Yimin, he could rely on her to do easy work, not go hungry, and avoid beatings.
So, sometimes he could endure letting Li Yimin vent her anger.
