Han Yu ate quickly with the hunters, though to them it looked like he was eating slowly.
In truth, he was savoring every bite.
After weeks of eating nothing but salted meat, grilled meat, or boiled meat, a proper meal with spices, sauces, freshly baked bread and buns felt like a reward from the heavens. The tavern they first stopped at specialized in heavy meals for hunters. Thick stews made from spirit beast bones, flatbread soaked in broth, soup buns, roasted root vegetables, and spicy sauces made from frost peppers.
The hunters ate like wolves that had just found a carcass.
Wei used his bread to scrape the bowl clean. Changli was already on his second bowl before Han Yu had finished half of his first.
Han Yu watched them with mild amusement.
"These men would starve in a sect," he thought. "They would spend all their merit points on food."
They talked loudly, laughed loudly, and praised Han Yu loudly.
"Brother Xiu, if you stayed with us, we would be rich forever!"
