Huangfu Yi also clasped his fists and bowed.
Mr. Feng Sr. scratched his head,
"Hey, you're being all formal, are you performing an opera? Go, cook some rice to eat."
Huangfu Yi didn't say much, he skillfully lit a fire in the military stove, cooked the rice he had, and added a few pieces of loin meat, cut from the Wolf Demon.
Mr. Feng Sr. saw that he knew how to start a fire and put out the flames after cooking the meat porridge, nodded and took the bowl,
"You're young and have some skills, so why stay in this godforsaken place like Lingwu?
If you're joining the army, head south. You might even earn a name for yourself."
Huangfu Yi, having mingled with those old Border Army soldiers in the village, replied familiarly,
"In these troubled times, we just go with the flow, living and dying by the day, nothing is certain, what's the point of yearning for riches?
