Chapter 393: Quick-witted (4) (2/2)

How could they even have the mood to continue eating their food after that…

Chu Lian took the skewers off the fire and pushed the meat off the bamboo sticks onto her little plate. By this time, the mutton porridge was pretty much done. She covered the lid of the pot with a cloth and lifted it slowly. Chu Lian could feel four pairs of eyes fixed on her as she lifted the pot lid. Her thumb shook a little, causing some tiny powdery substance to drop into the pot.

Once the lid was lifted, a cloud of steam billowed up, concealing her action. Together with the steam, the fragrance of the mutton porridge filled the tent.

Chu Lian didn’t look at any of the kidnappers. She took out an earthenware bowl and filled half of the bowl with the savoury mutton porridge before putting her grilled mutton slices on top.

The steaming hot white porridge and the slightly charred grilled mutton slices were a feast to the eyes and the stomach. By now, any starving person would have likely charged forward to snatch the bowl from Chu Lian’s hands.

Of course, the four kidnappers weren’t the kind to do that, but their appetites had been hooked by the smell of the food.

They had been hiding in Liangzhou City for a number of months. All they had to eat every day was mutton or beef, or that damned Chinese olive porridge. The group hadn’t been able to eat any plain rice porridge for incredibly long, let alone this delicious-looking mutton porridge.

They were all secret agents, so they didn’t have the time to learn how to cook. Of course, even if they were to try and learn, the standards of the Great Wu Dynasty weren’t all that great.

Chu Lian took the bowl and returned back to her original position. She found some chopsticks and picked up a piece of grilled meat, putting it into her mouth immediately.

She couldn’t help but savour it. The meat had been cooked just right, to the point of perfection.

A look of satisfaction appeared on Chu Lian’s face, thanks to the delicious food.

The onlookers were getting frantic from watching her eat- even the thick-lipped woman wasn’t immune.

In the end, it was the tall man with the thin moustache who lost his patience first. He casually glanced over at the pot sitting over the fire; there was still more than half of the porridge left.

Chu Lian hadn’t scooped out much of the porridge for herself. The layer of grilled meat on top of her bowl had made it seem like a lot more.

The man gulped and walked over to Chu Lian’s side. His usually blank expression had finally changed.

His eyes scrunched up a little as if he was trying to smile. Unfortunately, since he never smiled, it had the opposite effect.

“Honoured Lady, can I have a word with you?”

Chu Lian finally looked up from her bowl. She made a questioning ‘mm’ with doubt written all over her face.