The Cook spoke the truth; this was the rule wherever one reclaimed wasteland.
Xiao Feng shouted, "Tao'er, let's go! Aren't you reclaiming the wasteland for my sake? Now that I can't get in, what's the point of your reclaiming efforts?"
Oil Peach bit into her chicken, looking up at Xiao Feng.
She really wanted to follow Xiao Feng, but simply couldn't stop eating, not even to walk while eating. She just wanted to sit there and finish her chicken; she couldn't even free her mouth to speak a word to Xiao Feng.
