As the kitchen of Ming De Temple, the space was quite large, comprising three major rooms.
The outermost was used for cooking, equipped with a row of stoves and windows open for ventilation.
But what Hui Zhen sought, the place for storing dry food, was in the second room.
Hui Zhen glanced at his oil lamp.
Since Ming De Temple didn't cook at night, the oil lamps were seldom used, and few paid attention to how much oil was left, rarely remembering to refill them.
The flame was dim, and seeing that the oil was nearly depleted, Hui Zhen knew he had to act quickly.
Surrounded by silence, he could hear his own heart pounding.
Lifting the curtain separating the rooms, he entered the inner kitchen and quickly spotted a basket on a table, covered with a pot lid.
Hui Zhen hurried over and lifted the lid to find several coarse grain buns, each quite large.
