"Third Master, you're awake?"
Griffen Marsh waved his hand, and the team immediately stopped.
He knelt in front of Trent Marsh, burying his head in the snow, "Brother Trent, I'm late."
"Not late. Wu Da's betrayal was within my expectations. I just wanted to see what he ultimately planned to do, but someone else interfered and disrupted my plan." After pondering for a moment, Trent Marsh spoke, "Is there any millet porridge?"
"Yes! Nice and hot!"
The man in black behind Griffen Marsh took out a thermos from his bosom and carefully handed it over.
"You guys are always so thoughtful." Trent Marsh smiled as he took the thermos, his eyes filled with joy.
When he opened the lid, the millet porridge inside was indeed hot.
"Knowing that Third Master enjoys this, we specially prepared the millet porridge when we came." Griffen Marsh chuckled, looking very honest.
Slurp.
