Huang Zonghui silently took the steamed bun and brought it to his mouth silently. When his lips touched the aroma of rice noodles, his saliva secreted unexpectedly.

The bun was very hard, so he took a bite with all his strength, and his twitching stomach gave him a signal of pleasure.

His body's instinct made him swallow faster involuntarily. The steamed buns that he had discarded carelessly before had now become a supreme delicacy.

Yes, the body that regained consciousness has become a prisoner of steamed buns.

Huang Zonghui has eaten countless delicacies from the mountains and seas, but now the only thing that occupies all his consciousness is the small and inconspicuous steamed bun in his hand.

Under the wind and rain, as embarrassed as he was, there might be something else that he ate along with the steamed buns.

Huang Zonghui ate two steamed buns that he would never touch in the past.

Seeing how delicious his food was, Cheng Xiaoer smiled happily.

"Mr. Huang, run when you have the strength. Protect the grain truck carefully and make sure it is delivered to the mayor."

Watching him slowly draw his sword, watching the soldiers slowly draw their swords, Huang Zonghui burst into tears.

"Don't go...you will die!"

Cheng Xiaoer pulled his hand away, stood up slowly, and took a serious look at the intact grain truck.

"This is food! Life-saving food!"

After saying that, he turned around, and his body, which had always been humble in the past, was as tall as a mountain at this moment.
Chapter completed!