Laborer Lane.
In a somewhat dilapidated large courtyard.
Almost everyone was staring, dumbstruck, at Huyue who had already eaten eight bowls of shredded pork noodles and was now eating his ninth.
After a while, an old man with graying hair spoke softly, "Qing Wan, this young master you brought back, how long has it been since he last ate?"
Mu Qingwan was also somewhat astonished. "Perhaps... the Fox Clan is just better at eating!"
Only after Huyue had eaten ten large bowls of shredded pork noodles did he push the bowl away and let out a breath.
As he exhaled, many others also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you full?" Ah Bao asked with a pout.
"Huff, I'm tired of eating, need to rest a while!"
The crowd: "..."
Mu Qingwan shook her head and led a few elders away.
No sooner had she left than about a dozen raggedly dressed children surged forward, crowding around the table and gazing eagerly at Huyue.
