47 Shui Liu Can looks around the room, fairly awed at what he sees, then he and his handmaiden sit down to breakfast . Long years of wandering have not made Shui Liu Can too cultured at the dining table, we see as he grabs dumplings from one bamboo steamer, forcing them into his mouth, and using the ladle, scoops up huge helpings of rice porridge from the claypot into his bowl . His handmaiden starts laughing at her Master . YUN XING TONG You are embarrassing the young lady here, I say . SHUI LIU CAN Well, ha ha, I think she is used to it . It’s the way that she always has seen me . YUN XING TONG Oh is it? The handmaiden giggles quietly and lifts her eyes up to Yun Xing Tong . HANDMAIDEN Yeah, that’s the way he eats . YUN XING TONG Really, did all those years away make you lose your table manners? SHUI LIU CAN Not really, just made me realize how unimportant they could be . Shui Liu Can keeps stuffing buns and dumplings into his mouth while slurping porridge . He drinks the tea straight from the pot . Yun Xing Tong just smiles, bordering on laughing at the sight of this middle - aged man, seemingly prematurely aged with streaks of grey in his hair, and yet with the mannerisms of a child . He sees as he passes the teapot over to the handmaiden, who pours it into her own cup and drinks . The two seem to enjoy the breakfast tremendously, particularly Shui Liu Can himself . It is at this moment that something that the Handmaiden seems to have noticed all along, but has not remarked upon, starts commenting . HANDMAIDEN