Back home, Qin Hanyue had bought some meat and prepared a lavish dinner. Years of hardship had transformed the once-delicate young lady into a capable and loving mother. Her cooking was so masterful that even Qin Xue, who had been trained in the culinary arts since childhood, was full of praise.
Qin Li savored every bite. He knew that while his mother had some silver coins, their funds were far from abundant. His years of martial arts training had long ago drained the resources of their already modest household. If he couldn't start earning money soon, their lives would become truly difficult.
"Sis Qin Xue, I'm leaving soon. I'm counting on you to look after our home," Qin Li said, looking up at Qin Xue with a serious expression.
"Oh, Young Master, please don't call me 'Sis.' I am not worthy of such an address," Qin Xue said hastily, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
"There's nothing to be unworthy of. It's just a title. No one is born noble."
