At this moment, he could no longer consider whether Zhao Hanzhang and the others had another motive; he reached out and grabbed the cake from her hand, stuffing it into his mouth.
Seeing him eat so ravenously, Zhao Hanzhang feared he might choke, and hurriedly took down the water pouch from her horse and handed it to him.
The young man didn't even glance at it; his mind was solely focused on devouring the pancake.
He took several bites before finally slowing down a bit.
Zhao Hanzhang pushed the water pouch forward again, and only then did he take it and gulp down several mouthfuls.
After drinking, he looked down at the cake in his hand, pondered for a moment, then tore off a strip along where he had bitten, stuffed most of the remaining cake into his chest, and ate the torn-off strip.
He lifted his eyes to stare at Zhao Hanzhang and mumbled, "What more do the noble ones want to ask? Go ahead."
