The black-haired ratfolk began eating his portion of Fried Mandala Fruit as well.
Don't let his hideous appearance fool you.
His table manners were exceedingly refined, and he chewed with extreme deliberation.
His portion consisted of only two small pieces. Ye Zi could have swallowed them in two bites.
For those Red Eye Ratfolk who were wolfing down their food, it would not even have been enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.
Yet the black-haired ratfolk narrowed his eyes in concentration, his cheeks puffed out as he carefully ground every fried crumb between his back teeth.
It was as though he meant to squeeze out every last trace of energy and element hidden in the deepest recesses of the Mandala Fruit.
Ye Zi happened to catch sight of the black-haired ratfolk's eating habits and felt a little embarrassed.
The food must be too scarce. He must have been reluctant to finish it all in one go, right?
He was so badly injured. Those two tiny lumps of food definitely would not be enough for him to recover. He would still starve to death.
Ye Zi could not bear it.
Though this Mandala Fruit had been snatched from his hands by the black-haired ratfolk before being returned to him.
Ye Zi had snatched it from someone else's hands, too.
In the depths of a dark dungeon, where survival was everything, there had never been much room for right or wrong.
After thinking for a moment, Ye Zi evenly split the food remaining on his side into two halves.
Swallowing hard, he forcibly extinguished the raging flames of hunger in his belly and gave half the food back to the black-haired ratfolk.
"Eat, Uncle."
Using his thin body to block the other Red Eye Ratfolk's view, Ye Zi whispered, "We