"A horse bone? Where did you find that? Don't bring back any more strange things. I've nearly shed all my dead skin, so there's nothing left to feed you."
Mantou clearly didn't understand. It drooped its head and nudged the horse hoof closer to Li Huowang's feet with its black nose. "Woof?"
Li Huowang patted its head and turned to Sun Baolu. "Alright, you've eaten enough. Off you go. I know food varies from place to place, so just pick some local Qingqiu produce that stores well."
At a jerk of Li Huowang's chin toward Bai Lingmiao, the white-haired girl handed over a money pouch she had sewn from scraps of fabric.
Sun Baolu weighed the pouch, stood up, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and walked out. "No problem. Leave it to me!"
