"Come in quickly, and close the door," West said nervously as he entered the house.
Elena put down the empty plate in her hand and asked her son, "Where have you been these days? Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something to eat?"
West turned up the dim oil lamp to its maximum, then pulled over his siblings who were weaving nets, and took out two fist-sized white loaves of bread from his pocket, handing them to them.
"Eat, I specifically bought them in the residential area of the island."
The siblings held the white bread but didn't eat, instead looking worriedly at their mother.
Elena looked anxiously at the delicately wrapped bread. "This stuff is expensive, isn't it?"
West, unconcerned, said, "It's alright, only 50 Echoes each. We can afford this."
As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of Echo Paper Currency and handed it to Elena.
Faced with the money, Elena's face showed no joy, her aged face filled with deep anxiety.
