His gaze briefly landed on the severed arm amidst the carpet, without a word.
He directly entered the inner hall, where He Xingyun dared not tread, and opened the food box, taking out the food one by one.
Red clay copper stove, silver bone charcoal, broth, chili oil, beef and lamb rolls, juicy radishes, fresh green vegetables, and a variety of small dishes, crystal roast meat, Zhanghong catfish, steamed cold noodles, spicy beef tripe, salted burnt meat.
The main course and snacks included brown sugar glutinous rice cake, leek box, Zitong crispy cake, almond pancake.
Once the food box was opened, the cold and empty hall suddenly filled with a touch of warmth and earthly aroma.
Baili An used Ying Ji's usual desk as a dining table, and removed the mask from his face.
He casually pulled out a document from the towering pile on the table and tossed it into the small clay stove to use as fuel.
