"Hot porridge! Hot porridge, anyone?"
Huo Yuanhong pushed an iron-sheet cart into the carriage. Besides steamed buns and hot porridge, the space beneath the cart was just right for storing the Blood Fleeceflower Great Medicine he had obtained earlier.
In these times, trains did have dining cars selling meals. They mainly offered high-end Western cuisine, considered a symbol of status, along with some Chinese dishes—beefsteak, pork chops, chicken curry rice, whisky—but the prices were outrageously high. A serving of pork chop with coffee cost six or seven jiao, enough to enjoy a hearty meal at a restaurant.
The dining car thus naturally catered to the wealthy passengers in first and second class. Third-class passengers could not enter it and could only buy food sold by attendants pushing carts through the train. Even that cost more than usual, so most people chose to bring their own dry provisions.
When Huo Yuanhong pushed his cart over, only a few people bought porridge. The rest silently took out their rations and began chewing.
The door-climbing man disguised as a migrant farmer did the same. In a corner, he gnawed on a hard, dry multigrain bun, stretching his neck as though he had been choked by it. His eyes showed fear of the unfamiliar surroundings, and he kept his head down without a word.
His acting was flawless.
"Want some buns?"
Huo Yuanhong pushed the cart past as if nothing were amiss, taking in every person's reaction within the carriage.
It had to be said: door-climbing experts truly had skill when it came to disguises. There was not a single flaw visible on the surface. To ensure there were no flaws, he had not even used Nourishing Supplement; his physical strength was scarcely different from that of an ordinary person. His ability to lie