"What?" he asked cheerfully while sipping his soup. Every meal meant more energy, and more energy made it easier for Lan Feng to regain his strength.
"Is insurance an advanced martial arts skill?" Gao Yan asked with wide eyes and a hopeful expression, drawing laughter from Yan Xiaobao.
"No," he calmed down, wiping away a tear at the corner of his eye. "Insurance is... uh, I don't know how to explain it," Yan Xiaobao said thoughtfully.
"Imagine this: every full moon, we pay a silver coin into a shared golden memory stone. Then, if our house were to burn down, that shared golden memory stone would cover the cost of repairs—as long as we didn't intentionally destroy it." The others furrowed their brows uncertainly. It didn't seem like a profitable venture. Seeing their expressions, Yan Xiaobao sighed and decided to explain it differently.
