A small square low table was set up in the courtyard of the School Clinic.
Three people, one egg, each sitting on one side.
Xin Lin used the remaining flour from the morning to make some buns, paired with a pot of stir-fried cabbage and cabbage soup, which was quite delicious.
Master Mo, with his wrinkled old face, watched the Overlord Egg on the opposite side take a bite and swallowed a piece of Wind Breath Braised Pork Belly.
Looking at Chu Beiqing, his eyes were also full of stars as he ate the Wind Breath Braised Pork Belly.
The meat's aroma made the crisp cabbage and sweet buns tasteless in comparison.
Worry about being full, not about eating well; worry about vegetables, not about meat.
Those were the rules Xin Lin and Master Mo agreed upon in the morning.
