A small bowl of white rice, two small side dishes.
The two of them spent more than half an hour eating—most of the time, Zhu Si was teaching Zheng Qing how to eat the chicken head, carefully sucking every bit of bone, and telling the warlock about the taste of each piece of meat.
As for the green vegetable, Zheng Qing meticulously split it into two equal parts, one for each person.
After a while, both of them satiated, lay lazily on the blackish-grey floor, staring at the greyish-white ceiling overhead, lost in a daze.
The gaps between some draped mirrors glimmered with the reflections of those uncovered, somewhat dazzling.
Both the older and the younger wizard ignored this piercing sensation, focusing on the satisfaction right before their eyes.
"It's really delicious," Zheng Qing murmured.
"How about that, a feast, right?" the little girl said, brimming with pride in her tone.
