The village had a well, and the fortified earthen building had a stove. They could use it just by setting a pot on top. At least here, they could finally enjoy a comfortable, hot meal.
After taking a sip of wild vegetable soup and a bite of coarse-grain Mantou, Li Huowang felt so at ease that even the sores at the corners of his mouth seemed to have shrunk.
Swallowing the food in his mouth, Li Huowang looked up and asked Gao Zhijian, who had been on watch last night, "No one came to probe around last night, right?"
"N-no… no… n-not… not a… a single… single person."
Glancing again at Mantou, who was squatting under the table without any unusual behavior, Li Huowang once more recalled the strange wedding feast from the previous night.
Even if nothing seemed amiss for now, he still felt there was something off about that man's gaze. At some point, he seemed to have developed a hazy ability to discern the meaning behind people's gazes.
