They had a whole day before the auction and Zhang Wang hadn't an idea about where Ariunbayar had gone or if Guo Lang was okay.
He was starting to worry about them, poking at the food provided to them by the snake.
"Does Master Zhang dislike my food?" Su Zui tilted his head as he leaned over the table.
The three of them sat as a wooden table, dawn just about crawling over the horizon. There was nothing inherently wrong with the food, but it was nothing special either. Zhang Wang also knew that aside from the congee, Su Zui had bought everything else, from the steamed corn to the pancakes.
But the pancakes were kind of dry and the corn just a little overcooked. Maybe he was just being picky but Zhang Wang didn't have that much of an appetite. "I mean, what's there to like or dislike about congee? It's just congee."
