Wang Hao ran to the kitchen as fast as he could, found that somewhat rusty kitchen knife, and the 14 corn cakes.
He wrapped these corn cakes in oil paper, packed them into a cloth bundle, slung it around his neck, and carried it with him.
These were indeed great things that could provide San value. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to consider them as crucial as life itself!
Wang Hao studied the kitchen knife again, "The knife is rusty. It doesn't reflect my appearance, meaning that mirrors in this damned place are absolutely taboo... What an amazing detail!"
He then returned to the bedroom.
When the foolish little brother saw his older brother holding the kitchen knife, he asked with his finger in his mouth, "…Have you played house before? Are we going to eat cakes now? Grandma said we have to wait until the afternoon to eat cakes."
"What playing house? These cakes are life, do you understand?" Wang Hao waved the kitchen knife, lamenting, "Life!"
