Li Huowang stuffed the charred Mantou into his mouth with one hand, slowly chewing.
His eyes, devoid of spirit, stared at the bonfire in front of him as he pondered over the places they might have left behind.
They were en route to Siqi, and three second-hand old carriages had joined them on their journey, acquired by selling off the camels and adding some Silver.
The road ahead was long, and they couldn't continue without carriages.
A chopstick bearing a few slices of smoked meat and steaming hot noodles approached Li Huowang's mouth, waiting for him to open up.
Li Huowang, with a slight frown, slightly shifted his head. "I can eat by myself, no need to feed me."
"Brother Li, how can you eat with just one hand? Until your hand grows back, let me feed you. By the way, how much longer before your hand grows back?"
