Very quickly, a piece of rabbit leg was completely destroyed by the white-robed scholar.
The white-robed scholar looked at Fang Zhengzhi again, then reached out an elegant, white hand.
Alright…
Since he had already decided to sacrifice his curly furred rabbit, Fang Zhengzhi didn’t think of leaving some to himself, hence passed the rest of the rabbit meat into the hands of the white-robed scholar.
Then, he began to help himself to the snacks beside him.
These snacks were special products of the mountain. There were a few sun-dried goods, and also a few fresh fruits. Other than that, there was also the fruit wine which Fang Zhengzhi had specially brewed. There were grape ones, orange ones…
Even though it wasn’t as stimulating as spirits, but, there was an exclusive clear and sweet taste. Furthermore, those dirty merchant goods naturally couldn’t compare to his homemade ones.
The white-robed scholar’s hand impolitely stretched out again.
