But this time was different. Firstly, the cultivation last night was quite arduous, making it easy to feel hungry; secondly, the congee in the morning was quite bland; thirdly, there was food right in front of him, just like having a pillow at hand when sleepy — it was fine if there wasn't any, but having it made it all the more difficult to resist.
Wang Anfeng gently sniffed the aroma and opened the wooden box. This wooden box was quite exquisite, and when used to steam desserts, it could make the steamed pastries softer and tastier. The pastries inside were quite simple, but one could smell a hint of sweet fragrance, clearly indicating that they were sweet.
Hungry, Wang Anfeng didn't bother to distinguish further. It seemed to be the handiwork of the inn's cook. Relying on his immunity to all poisons, he picked up one with his hand and devoured it in two bites.
Immediately, he paused slightly.
His eyes widened.
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