The female slaves used their hoarse voices to beg inarticulately, not even knowing who they were begging, only hoping that the Milady who possessed the food would show mercy and give them a bite to eat.
They were not greedy; just a bite of food would be enough. With just a bite of food, they could survive through today.
However, before these female slaves could act any more lowly, a bowl of warm bread porridge, emitting a fragrant wheat aroma mixed with a hint of saltiness, was shoved into the female slaves' hands. To make it easier for the female slaves to eat without choking, the bread porridge was cooked rather thin and deliberately left to cool to an immediately edible temperature before being handed over.
"Eat, there is more when you finish," the woman distributing the porridge said gently.
