Watching the figure of the departing person, Luo Fei's mind was filled with countless thoughts; it seems the situation is becoming increasingly complicated.
People in this village should all be aware, but some know more, some not as much. I must seize the opportunity to investigate secretly.
An hour passed, smoke rose outside, and the large pot in the yard was steaming with heat. Luo Fei keenly smelled the aroma of food.
He immediately leaned against the window, pretending to nap. The door was knocked, and the woman came in carrying two bowls of rice, smiling as she placed the food on the edge of the kang.
"Xiaoluo, you eat first, we are going to be busy."
"Mm, okay."
Luo Fei looked down at the steaming hot meal, then closed his eyes again. He didn't plan to touch the chopsticks—if there was a trap inside, he would fall for it.
There were still some emergency rations in the backpack, so he would simply have a small bite.
