'Why did we, out of all the places have to come somewhere this poor.'
Memories of barely being able to feed the paladins in the past started to surface.
'I struggled so much in order to fill their bellies. If this had been a normal situation I wouldn’t even have been noticed.'
However, the children were starving.
In the past, there had also been a time when Weed had starved. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to eat, but because rice had run out. Therefore, without any other options, he had just clutched his stomach.
After such an experience, even though he could endure many other things, he couldn’t endure hunger.
With tears of regret he called the children over.
“Hey kids, I think the cooking is all done. You can come and eat now.”
“Can we really eat it?”
“Of course. This uncle put a lot of effort into making it, just so I could give it to you...”
“Thank you!”
Because Weed had put plenty of rice and herbs into the mixed soup, there was enough to be divided.
“Wow! Wow!”
Because the children had already been starving for a few days, they ate the meal very fast.
The villagers also slowly walked up to the fire. They were too proud to say it, but their faces gave off a touching expression, showing that they would be very happy if they were given food.
Weed was very conflicted with this.
'If I want to feed them all, a great supply of ingredients and seasoning is required, and I don’t want to personally provide that.'
However you looked at it, it was a huge loss. Making food for everyone would mean spending a great deal of money.