Before Yu Qingyu was fully able to start talking himself down for the messages he wrote that the squirrel ended up taking, he was interrupted by his own stomach, which was growling loudly. All he had eaten in the past two days was a plain pancake he was given during a break in their journey through the mountains the previous day, so naturally, he was very hungry.
It didn't help that there were mouthwatering aromas coming from downstairs for a while now. It seemed that the elves continued to deliver them full, delicious meals, as he doubted any of the envoys could cook.
'I don't get how they can complain so much when we get such nice food served to us,' he thought to himself, as he fixed his clothes, and put on his shoes. Once ready, he headed out of his room, and down the stairs, to where the dining room was.
The envoys were there, already finishing their breakfast. And so where all the trays and bowls the food was delivered in…
