The village had a well, and there was also a stove inside the earthen building; setting up a pot on the stove allowed one to enjoy comfortable hot meals here.
After taking a sip of wild vegetable soup and biting into a coarse grain mantou, Li Huowang felt immensely comfortable, as if the blister at the corner of his mouth had significantly reduced in size.
Swallowing the food in his mouth, Li Huowang looked up and asked Gao Zhijian, who had stood guard the previous night, "Last night, there wasn't anyone who came to probe around, was there?"
"No... No... Nobody... not... a... single... person."
Casting another glance at the mantou sitting quietly under the table without any anomaly, Li Huowang once again thought of the somewhat strange wedding feast from the previous night.
Even though there seemed to be no abnormalities for the time being, he still felt that the man's gaze was somehow off, as if he had started to confuse the meanings behind people's looks.
