On the second day, while Little Liufu was taking a nap, Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming were in the kitchen preparing dry food for their escape.
Mostly pastries, fermented pancakes, and fried crispy beans for the vegetables. Though everything was dry, it was at least something to eat. If it got too dry, they would drink water. Survive one day at a time, and buy things when they reach the town.
While the two were busy in the kitchen, the annoying voice sounded again, "Oh dear, what delicious food are you making, beautiful one? I smelled it from outside."
Xiaoxiao had grown immune to this person's way of talking, anyway, they would part ways and say goodbye at night.
"Wife, this big fly is relentless, can't chase it away. How about we make him go hungry tonight?"
"Husband, that's a good suggestion, our family isn't in need of that one or two pieces of Silver."
