Six o'clock in the morning.
Pumpkin Fran had already prepared various kinds of porridge for the day and made all sorts of breakfast ingredients.
He needed to make a trip back to the Screaming Inn, not to retrieve anything, but to deliver something.
In his hands, he pushed a cart with a large bag on it, teetering as it moved. Inside, it was [meat].
They were chunks of meat that had been sliced, or rather, cleaved.
The meat that Luo Di used for practice couldn't be wasted, and the optimal "recycling location" was the inn, just enough to serve as the Landlord's breakfast.
The meat was sent to the garbage station behind the inn.
He pushed aside several seemingly unrelated garbage cans, deep and bottomless, with twisted teeth vaguely embedded deep within the inner wall.
Chunks of meat were poured in.
Frank seemed accustomed to this life, and continued to push the cart back.
