After about ten minutes, there was a smell of meat coming from the straw hut.

The old village head held a steamed bun in his right hand and held a bowl of broth in his left hand. While he was eating, he did not forget to look at Xiaowu and confirm repeatedly, “Xiaowu, these...aren’t stolen by you really?”

Xiaowu scratched his head and felt awkward. If it was said that he stole the food... it didn’t seem to be wrong. Xiaowu hadn’t realized that this Mr. ...