Zhui Feng bought some dumplings from a small restaurant beside Mount Tai Railway Station. He and Mo Xiaofei sat down at a free resting area outside the station and began eating.
Although everything was packed in disposable lunch boxes, Zhui Feng had bought quite a lot. Besides dumplings, there were several other meat dishes, making the meal look fairly sumptuous.
As for why they were eating here, firstly, Mo Xiaofei disliked crowded places. Secondly, Zhui Feng had said that it was New Year's Eve, and they ought to have a proper meal. There wasn't much cash left from what they had scavenged from the house in the bamboo forest.
Moreover, Mo Xiaofei loved buying things along the way. By now, he had a complete set of digital products on him. Zhui Feng, who had been managing their funds since they left the bamboo forest, wasn't someone who cared much about money, but even he was starting to worry.
Before Zhui Feng and Mo Xiaofei had left, Mo Xiaofei had already informed his family. Thus, the fact that he was still outside on New Year's Eve wouldn't cause them concern. Since Mo Xiaofei had a screw loose, Zhui Feng had secretly used his phone to send a text message assuring Mo Xiaofei's parents that everything was fine, barely managing to get away with it.
"New Year?" Mo Xiaofei frowned as he looked at the sumptuous food before him. For him, it truly could be described as sumptuous.
The Qin dynasty had been over two thousand years ago, and cooking techniques had been extremely primitive. Although modern food contained many additives, when it came to simply stimulating the taste buds, the food of the pre-Qin era truly couldn't compare—even if the ingredients before them weren't high-end.
"Yeah." Zhui Feng nodded as he