"No, breakfast is still necessary."
Zheng Qing wouldn't give up on a longer period of stability just because he got lucky once. He immediately reached out and grabbed the paper bag: "Drinking water won't quell hunger, and Old Yao's class consumes a lot of magic power. I must fill my stomach with something substantial."
As he spoke, he placed the cup of milk tea on the table, fished out a few copper coins from the grey cloth bag, and stuffed them into Xin Fat Man's pocket. This was the cost for the buns, eggs, and soy milk in the paper bag.
As he stuffed the copper coins, Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of the notepad and feather pen on the Fat Wizard's desk, and he showed a knowing smile: "I knew you would treat today's questions as an opportunity to interview a legendary wizard... To be honest, I thought you'd take a seat in the front two rows, but you scared me, pulling an all-nighter on your homework last night. I was counting on dozing off during Old Yao's class today."
