Fangzheng didn't doubt Lone Wolf's words. Although he was often unreliable, he wouldn't go so far as to lie to him.
Lone Wolf continued. "Master, both you and I aren't full. Why don't I get some food to line our stomachs?"
Fangzheng rolled his eyes at him. "Even if she is rich, she isn't obligated to entertain you for free. We are already indebted to her for being hosted, so how can we harbor resentment because we were given little despite her having excess food? Don't you even think about stealing things at night!"
After suffering a tirade from Fangzheng, Lone Wolf smacked his lips and didn't say a word. After a while, he asked, unresigned, "Master, although that's true, and I can understand why it's not okay, I really am starving… Forget it. So what if I'm hungry? But aren't you curious why she made so much good food?"
